"I should have been ashamed of myself," said Miss Dawkins, bristling
up, and throwing back her head as she stood, "if I had allowed any
consideration to have prevented my visiting such a spot. If it be not
improper for men to go there, how can it be improper for women?"
"I did not say improper, my dear," said Mrs. Damer, apologetically.
"And as for the fatigue, what can a woman be worth who is afraid to
encounter as much as I have now gone through for the sake of visiting
the last resting-place of such a king as Cheops?" And Miss Dawkins, as
she pronounced the last words, looked round her with disdain upon poor
Fanny Damer.
"But I meant the dirt," said Mrs. Damer.
"Dirt!" ejaculated Miss Dawkins, and then walked away. Why should she
now submit her high tone of feeling to the Damers, or why care longer
for their good opinion? Therefore she scattered contempt around her as
she ejaculated the last word, "dirt."
And then the return home! "I know I shall never get there," said Mrs.
Damer, looking piteously up into her husband's face.
"Nonsense, my dear; nonsense; you must get there.
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