Ah, child, how anxious I have been! I expected to find you as wasted and thin as a convict from the quarries; I thought you would have been grieving and unhappy, and here you are as well, and handsome and portly as ever.

If poor old Hib had been in your place he would have been dead long ago." "Yes, I don't doubt that, old fellow.

I did not leave home of my own will either, nor without many a heartache.

These foreigners are all the children of Seth.

The good and gracious gods are only to be found in Egypt on the shores of the sacred, blessed Nile." "I don't know much about its being so blessed," muttered the old man.
"You frighten me, father Hib.