Проклятие мумии, или Камень Семи Звезд

           Aswestoodthusforsomeseconds,thedeep,gravevoiceofherfatherseemedtosoundachallengeinmyears:

           "Whatdoyousaynow?"

           Myanswerwasnotinwords.IcaughtMargaret’srighthandinmineasitfell,and,holdingittight,whilstwiththeotherIpushedbackthegoldencincture,stoopedandkissedthewrist.AsIlookedupather,butneverlettinggoherhand,therewasalookofjoyonherfacesuchasIdreamofwhenIthinkofheaven.ThenIfacedherfather.

           "Youhavemyanswer,sir!"Hisstrongfacelookedgravelysweet.Heonlysaidonewordashelaidhishandonourclaspedones,whilsthebentoverandkissedhisdaughter:

           "Good!"

           Wewereinterruptedbyaknockatthedoor.Inanswertoanimpatient"Comein!"fromMr.Trelawny,Mr.Corbeckentered.Whenhesawusgroupedhewouldhavedrawnback;butinaninstantMr.Trelawnyhadsprungforthanddraggedhimforward.Asheshookhimbybothhands,heseemedatransformedman.Alltheenthusiasmofhisyouth,ofwhichMr.Corbeckhadtoldus,seemedtohavecomebacktohiminaninstant.

           "Soyouhavegotthelamps!"healmostshouted."Myreasoningwasrightafterall.