Проклятие мумии, или Камень Семи Звезд

           Trelawnyspokeagain:

           "Youaresureofwhatyousay!Youbelieveitwithallyoursoul?"Margaret’sfacehadlosttheabstractedlook;itnowseemedilluminatedwiththedevotionofonetowhomisgiventospeakofgreatthings.Sheansweredinavoicewhich,thoughquiet,vibratedwithconviction:

           "Iknowit!Myknowledgeisbeyondbelief!"Mr.Trelawnyspokeagain:

           "Thenyouaresosure,thatwereyouQueenTeraherself,youwouldbewillingtoproveitinanywaythatImightsuggest?"

           "Yes,anyway!"theanswerrangoutfearlessly.Hespokeagain,inavoiceinwhichwasnonoteofdoubt:

           "EvenintheabandonmentofyourFamiliartodeath—toannihilation."

           Shepaused,andIcouldseethatshesuffered—sufferedhorribly.Therewasinhereyesahuntedlook,whichnomancan,unmoved,seeintheeyesofhisbeloved.Iwasabouttointerrupt,whenherfather’seyes,glancingroundwithafiercedetermination,metmine.Istoodsilent,almostspellbound;soalsotheothermen.Somethingwasgoingonbeforeuswhichwedidnotunderstand!

           WithafewlongstridesMr.Trelawnywenttothewestsideofthecaveandtorebacktheshutterwhichobscuredthewindow.Thecoolairblewin,andthesunlightstreamedoverthemboth,forMargaretwasnowbyhisside.Hepointedtowherethesunwassinkingintotheseainahaloofgoldenfire,andhisfacewasassetasflint