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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 266 pages of information about The Ancient Allan.
that seemed to grip me to my middle in its flow.  After this I remembered nothing more until hours later I found myself lying in our house.
“Achmet and his Egyptians had done nothing; indeed none of them could be persuaded to approach the place till the sun rose because, as they said, the old gods of the land whom they looked upon as devils, were angry at being disturbed and would kill them as they had killed the Bey, meaning George.  Then, distracted as I was, I went myself for there was no other European there, to find that the whole site of the sanctuary was buried beneath hundreds of tons of sand, that, beginning at the gap in the broken wall, had flowed from every side.  Indeed it would have taken weeks to dig it out, since to sink a shaft was impracticable and so dangerous that the local officials refused to allow it to be attempted.  The end of it was that an English bishop came up from Cairo and consecrated the ground by special arrangement with the Government, which of course makes it impossible that this part of the temple should be further disturbed.  After this he read the Burial Service over my dear husband.
“So there is the end of a very terrible story which I have written down because I do not wish to have to talk about it more than is necessary when we meet.  For, dear Mr. Quatermain, we shall meet, as I always knew that we should—­yes, even after I heard that you were dead.  You will remember that I told you so years ago in Kendah Land and that it would happen after a great change in my life, though what that change might be I could not say. . . .”

This is the end of the letter except for certain suggested dates for the visit which she took for granted I should make to Ragnall.

CHAPTER II

Ragnallcastle

When I had finished reading this amazing document I lit my pipe and set to work to think it over.  The hypothetical inquirer might ask why I thought it amazing.  There was nothing odd in a dilettante Englishman of highly cultivated mind taking to Egyptology and, being, as it chanced, one of the richest men in the kingdom, spending a fraction of his wealth in excavating temples.  Nor was it strange that he should have happened to die by accident when engaged in that pursuit, which I can imagine to be very fascinating in the delightful winter climate of Egypt.  He was not the first person to be buried by a fall of sand.  Why, only a little while ago the same fate overtook a nursery-governess and the child in her charge who were trying to dig out a martin’s nest in a pit in this very parish.  Their operations brought down a huge mass of the overhanging bank beneath which the sand-vein had been hollowed by workmen who deserted the pit when they saw that it had become unsafe.  Next day I and my gardeners helped to recover their bodies, for their whereabouts was not discovered until the following morning, and a sad business it was.

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