Проклятие мумии, или Камень Семи Звезд

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           PainandexultationstruggledinmymindasIread;butthemasteringthoughtwasthatshewasintroubleandhadcalledonme—me!Mydreamingofher,then,wasnotaltogetherwithoutacause.Icalledouttothegroom:

           "Wait!Ishallbewithyouinaminute!"ThenIflewupstairs.

           Averyfewminutessufficedtowashanddress;andweweresoondrivingthroughthestreetsasfastasthehorsescouldgo.Itwasmarketmorning,andwhenwegotoutonPiccadillytherewasanendlessstreamofcartscomingfromthewest;butfortheresttheroadwaywasclear,andwewentquickly.Ihadtoldthegroomtocomeintothebroughamwithmesothathecouldtellmewhathadhappenedaswewentalong.Hesatawkwardly,withhishatonhiskneesashespoke.

           "MissTrelawny,sir,sentamantotellustogetoutacarriageatonce;andwhenwewasreadyshecomeherselfandgavemetheletterandtoldMorgan—thecoachman,sir—tofly.ShesaidasIwastolosenotasecond,buttokeepknockingtillsomeonecome."

           "Yes,Iknow,Iknow—youtoldme!WhatIwanttoknowis,whyshesentforme.Whathappenedinthehouse?"

           "Idon’tquiteknowmyself,sir;exceptthatmasterwasfoundinhisroomsenseless,withthesheetsallbloody,andawoundonhishead.Hecouldn’tbewakednohow.TwasMissTrelawnyherselfasfoundhim.