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who waited eagerly to tell her the secret. The only conspicuous object in the room was a familiar one--the painted mummy-case, standing upright as it had stood in the shrine, far away in Roger Odell's house in New York. It stood so that Maida, on entering the room, saw it in profile. She was not surprised to see it there, for she knew that it had travelled with them--by John Hasle's wish, she had been told--and certainly with his name on the packing-box in which it was contained. It was easy enough to believe that the mummy had a connection with the
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she was to hear, for always it had been for her a mystery as well as a treasure. It was easy, also, to understand why the
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Patience for a few minutes, my child, said the Head Sister, no doubt reading Maida's thought.
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I have been asked to tell you a story. It is a long story, but you must hear it to understand what follows. Sit down with me, and listen quietly. Your questions may come at the end.