"The rest came from savings never made before by this Government.

Is the work less worthy in thy sight, Effendina, because it has been destroyed?
Would thy life be less great and useful because a blow took thee from behind ?" Kaid's face turned black.

David had bruised an open wound.
"What is my life to thee--what is thy work to me ?" "Thy life is dear to Egypt, Effendina," urged David soothingly, "and my labour for Egypt has been pleasant in thine eyes till now." "Egypt cannot be saved against her will," was the moody response.

"What has come of the Western hand upon the Eastern plough ?" His face grew blacker; his heart was feeding on itself.
"Thou, the friend of Egypt, hast come of it, Effendina." "Harrik was right, Harrik was right," Kaid answered, with stubborn gloom and anger.

"Better to die in our own way, if we must die, than live in the way of another.