With Mr. Ingram the matter was
different, nor was she so diffident of her own charms as to think it
altogether impossible that she might succeed, in the teeth of that
little chit, Fanny Damer. That Mr. Ingram would join the party up the
Nile she had very little doubt; and then there would be one place left
for her. She would thus, at any rate, become commingled with a most
respectable family, who might be of material service to her.
Thus actuated she commenced an earnest attack upon Mr. Damer.
"Stupendous!" she said again, for she was fond of repeating favourite
words. "What a wondrous race must have been those Egyptian kings of
old!"
"I dare say they were," said Mr. Damer, wiping his brow as he sat upon
a large loose stone, a fragment lying on the flat top of the Pyramid,
one of those stones with which the complete apex was once made, or was
once about to be made.
"A magnificent race! so gigantic in their conceptions! Their ideas
altogether overwhelm us poor, insignificant, latter-day mortals. They
built these vast Pyramids; but for us, it is task enough to climb to
their top.
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