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Oscar's gone till tomorrow. Perhaps you should have coffee, besides. That would do you the most good.

The words in the diary came back to her with painful clarity. You are immortal, my love, she said. My father's seen to it. You may curse us for opening your tomb, but thousands will come to see you; thousands will eventually speak your name. You will live forever. ...

No, this is not good for you, is it? she asked, glancing up at the thing's eyes as if it were rude to do otherwise. But I don't want them to take you away. I '11 miss you when you're no longer here. But I won't let them cut you open. That much, I promise you.

So strange that she was on the verge of tears. Father dead. And this which had meant so much to him. Father in an unmarked grave in Cairo as he had wanted it to be; and Ramses the Damned the toast of London.

Suddenly she was startled by Henry's voice.

Well, I have none, she said. Go on upstairs and sleep it off, why don't you?

I'm supposed to be looking out for you, he said, remember?

He turned around sharply.

What's that supposed to mean?

The words in the diary came back to her with painful clarity. You are immortal, my love, she said. My father's seen to it. You may curse us for opening your tomb, but thousands will come to see you; thousands will eventually speak your name. You will live forever. ...

Suddenly she was startled by Henry's voice.

Good Lord, I didn't know you were here Where did you come from?

Oscar's gone till tomorrow. Perhaps you should have coffee, besides. That would do you the most good.

He turned around sharply.

He stood in the archway between the two drawing rooms, his long serge cape hanging loosely from one shoulder. Unshaven, very likely drunk. And that smile of his. It was chilling.

So strange that she was on the verge of tears. Father dead. And this which had meant so much to him. Father in an unmarked grave in Cairo as he had wanted it to be; and Ramses the Damned the toast of London.

Well, I have none, she said. Go on upstairs and sleep it off, why don't you?

Was that dark brown hair she saw beneath the bandages that surrounded the skull? It seemed there was a great thickness of it there, bound painfully tight to the bones, giving a horrid effect of baldness. But it was the overall spectacle that really caught her and carried her away now from the details. The thing had a distinct personality, rather like a fine sculpture would have. Tall, broad-shouldered Ramses with his head bowed, and his hands in that attitude of resignation.

Yes, of course. I'm sure you are absolutely delighted.

Yes, of course. I'm sure you are absolutely delighted.

He turned around sharply.

Well, I have none, she said. Go on upstairs and sleep it off, why don't you?

He turned around sharply.

Yes, of course. I'm sure you are absolutely delighted.

Rita had come to the door, was waiting as if for instructions.

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