You know, of course, that each inundation arises from a tear of Isis.

Thus a widow's sorrow may bring blessing to millions of human beings." The woman had listened to her attentively, and when Nefert ceased speaking she said: "But I have still three little brats of my son's to feed, for his wife, who was a washerwoman, was eaten by a crocodile while she was at work.
Poor folks must work for themselves, and not for others.

If the princess did not pay us, I could not think of the wounds of the soldiers, who do not belong to me.

I am no longer strong, and four mouths to fill--" Nefert was shocked--as she often was in the course of her new duties--and begged Bent-Gnat to raise the wages of the woman.
"Willingly," said the princess.

"How could I beat down such an assistant.
Come now with me into the kitchen.