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04 A. THOUSAND MILES UP THE NILE.
Her fingers were covered with rings and her arms with
silver bracelets. She begged because to beg is honorable,
and customary, and a master of inveterate habit ; but she
evidently neither expected nor needed the bakhshish she
condescended to ask for.
A few moments more and the sunset has faded, the
village is left behind, the last half-mile of plain is trotted
over. And now—hungry, thirsty, dusty, worn out with
new knowledge, new impressions, new ideas—we are once
more at home and at rest.
Her fingers were covered with rings and her arms with
silver bracelets. She begged because to beg is honorable,
and customary, and a master of inveterate habit ; but she
evidently neither expected nor needed the bakhshish she
condescended to ask for.
A few moments more and the sunset has faded, the
village is left behind, the last half-mile of plain is trotted
over. And now—hungry, thirsty, dusty, worn out with
new knowledge, new impressions, new ideas—we are once
more at home and at rest.