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"
Where
are
you
going
?
"
I
came
back
and
took
her
hand
and
stroked
it
as
I
answered
:
"
I
shall
come
back
when
the
unrolling
is
over
!
"
She
looked
at
me
long
,
and
a
faint
suggestion
of
a
smile
came
over
her
face
as
she
said
:
"
Perhaps
you
had
better
stay
,
too
!
It
may
be
useful
to
you
in
your
work
as
a
barrister
!
"
She
smiled
out
as
she
met
my
eyes
:
but
in
an
instant
she
changed
.
Her
face
grew
grave
,
and
deadly
white
.
In
a
far
away
voice
she
said
:
"
Father
is
right
!
It
is
a
terrible
occasion
;
we
need
all
to
be
serious
over
it
.
But
all
the
same
--
nay
,
for
that
very
reason
you
had
better
stay
,
Malcolm
!
You
may
be
glad
,
later
on
,
that
you
were
present
tonight
!
"
My
heart
sank
down
,
down
,
at
her
words
;
but
I
thought
it
better
to
say
nothing
.
Fear
was
stalking
openly
enough
amongst
us
already
!
By
this
time
Mr.
Trelawny
,
assisted
by
Mr.
Corbeck
and
Doctor
Winchester
,
had
raised
the
lid
of
the
ironstone
sarcophagus
which
contained
the
mummy
of
the
Queen
.
It
was
a
large
one
;
but
it
was
none
too
big
.
The
mummy
was
both
long
and
broad
and
high
;
and
was
of
such
weight
that
it
was
no
easy
task
,
even
for
the
four
of
us
,
to
lift
it
out
.
Under
Mr.
Trelawny
's
direction
we
laid
it
out
on
the
table
prepared
for
it
.
Then
,
and
then
only
,
did
the
full
horror
of
the
whole
thing
burst
upon
me
!
There
,
in
the
full
glare
of
the
light
,
the
whole
material
and
sordid
side
of
death
seemed
staringly
real
.
The
outer
wrappings
,
torn
and
loosened
by
rude
touch
,
and
with
the
colour
either
darkened
by
dust
or
worn
light
by
friction
,
seemed
creased
as
by
rough
treatment
;
the
jagged
edges
of
the
wrapping-cloths
looked
fringed
;
the
painting
was
patchy
,
and
the
varnish
chipped
.
The
coverings
were
evidently
many
,
for
the
bulk
was
great
.
But
through
all
,
showed
that
unhidable
human
figure
,
which
seems
to
look
more
horrible
when
partially
concealed
than
at
any
other
time
.
What
was
before
us
was
Death
,
and
nothing
else
.
All
the
romance
and
sentiment
of
fancy
had
disappeared
.
The
two
elder
men
,
enthusiasts
who
had
often
done
such
work
,
were
not
disconcerted
;
and
Doctor
Winchester
seemed
to
hold
himself
in
a
business-like
attitude
,
as
if
before
the
operating-table
.
But
I
felt
low-spirited
,
and
miserable
,
and
ashamed
;
and
besides
I
was
pained
and
alarmed
by
Margaret
's
ghastly
pallor
.
Then
the
work
began
.
The
unrolling
of
the
mummy
cat
had
prepared
me
somewhat
for
it
;
but
this
was
so
much
larger
,
and
so
infinitely
more
elaborate
,
that
it
seemed
a
different
thing
.
Moreover
,
in
addition
to
the
ever
present
sense
of
death
and
humanity
,
there
was
a
feeling
of
something
finer
in
all
this
.
The
cat
had
been
embalmed
with
coarser
materials
;
here
,
all
,
when
once
the
outer
coverings
were
removed
,
was
more
delicately
done
.
It
seemed
as
if
only
the
finest
gums
and
spices
had
been
used
in
this
embalming
.
But
there
were
the
same
surroundings
,
the
same
attendant
red
dust
and
pungent
presence
of
bitumen
;
there
was
the
same
sound
of
rending
which
marked
the
tearing
away
of
the
bandages
.
There
were
an
enormous
number
of
these
,
and
their
bulk
when
opened
was
great
.
As
the
men
unrolled
them
,
I
grew
more
and
more
excited
.
I
did
not
take
a
part
in
it
myself
;
Margaret
had
looked
at
me
gratefully
as
I
drew
back
.
We
clasped
hands
,
and
held
each
other
hard
.
As
the
unrolling
went
on
,
the
wrappings
became
finer
,
and
the
smell
less
laden
with
bitumen
,
but
more
pungent
.
We
all
,
I
think
,
began
to
feel
it
as
though
it
caught
or
touched
us
in
some
special
way
.
This
,
however
,
did
not
interfere
with
the
work
;
it
went
on
uninterruptedly
.
Some
of
the
inner
wrappings
bore
symbols
or
pictures
.
These
were
done
sometimes
wholly
in
pale
green
colour
,
sometimes
in
many
colours
;
but
always
with
a
prevalence
of
green
.
Now
and
again
Mr.
Trelawny
or
Mr.
Corbeck
would
point
out
some
special
drawing
before
laying
the
bandage
on
the
pile
behind
them
,
which
kept
growing
to
a
monstrous
height
.
