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The Weavers
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CHAPTER XLII
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"Cousin Hylda, I'm blest if I don't feel as if I could sing like Aunt Melissa." "You may kiss me, Cousin Tom," she said, as she took his hands in hers.
He flushed, was embarrassed, then snatched a kiss from her cheek.

"Say, I'm in it, ain't I?
And you were in it first, eh, Cousin Hylda?
The rest are nowhere--there they come from Assouan, Kaid, Nahoum, and the Nubians.

Look at 'em glisten!" A hundred of Kaid's Nubians in their glittering armour made three sides of a quickly moving square, in the centre of which, and a little ahead, rode Kaid and Nahoum, while behind the square-in parade and gala dress-trooped hundreds of soldiers and Egyptians and natives.
Swiftly the two cavalcades approached each other, the desert ringing with the cries of the Bedouins, the Nubians, and the fellaheen.

They met on an upland of sand, from which the wide valley of the Nile and its wild cataracts could be seen.

As men meet who parted yesterday, Kaid, Nahoum, and David met, but Kaid's first quiet words to David had behind them a world of meaning: "I also have come back, Saadat, to whom be the bread that never moulds and the water that never stales!" he said, with a look in his face which had not been there for many a day.


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