We can see now, as well as feel, this desert, which has opened and imposed its silence upon us.

Before us is the paleness of its sands and the reddish-brown of its dead rocks.

Verily, in no country but Egypt are there such rapid surprises: to issue from a street flanked by shops and stalls and, without transition, to find this!.

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Our horses have, inevitably, to slacken speed as the wheels of our carriage sink into the sand.