I will throw my purse over to them." "No, no!" exclaimed Bent-Anat.

"I gave them plenty of money, and the tears which are shed there cannot be staunched with gold.

I will send old Asnath over to-morrow to ask how we can help them.

Look, here comes the procession, Nefert.

How rudely the people press! As soon as the God is gone by we will go home." "Pray do," said Nefert.