I've seen all I want to see of this river, and all I ask now is to be back at Cairo again." "Why, Auntie," cried the girl, "it isn't like you to be faint-hearted." "Well, I don't know how it is, Sadie, but I feel a bit unstrung, and that beast caterwauling over yonder was just more than I could put up with.

There's one consolation, we are scheduled to be on our way home to-morrow, after we've seen this one rock or temple, or whatever it is.
I'm full up of rocks and temples, Mr.Stephens.

I shouldn't mope if I never saw another.

Come, Sadie! Good-night!" "Good-night! Good-night, Miss Adams!" And the two ladies passed down to their cabins.
Monsieur Fardet was chatting, in a subdued voice, with Headingly, the young Harvard graduate, bending forward confidentially between the whiffs of his cigarette.
"Dervishes, Mister Headingly!" said he, speaking excellent English, but separating his syllables as d Frenchman will.

"There are no Dervishes.
They do not exist." "Why, I thought the woods were full of them," said the American.
Monsieur Fardet glanced across to where the red core of Colonel Cochrane's cigar was glowing through the darkness.
"You are an American, and you do not like the English," he whispered.
"It is perfectly comprehended upon the Continent that the Americans are opposed to the English." "Well," said Headingly, with his slow, deliberate manner, "I won't say that we have not our tiffs, and there are some of our people--mostly of Irish stock--who are always mad with England; but the most of us have a kindly thought for the mother country.