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Spencer, who had not taken his hand off her
arm, gently pressed her back into the easy chair and finished the
story.
"She screamed and fainted. Dr. Lith heard it and rushed up-stairs.
There she lay on the floor. The lid of the sarcophagus had really
been moved. He saw it. Not a thing else had been disturbed. He
carried her down here and revived her, told her to rest for a day
or two, but--"
"I cannot, I cannot," she cried. "It is the fascination of the
thing. It brings me back here. I dream of it. I thought I saw
those eyes the other night. They haunt me. I fear them, and yet I
would not avoid them, if it killed me to look. I must meet and
defy the power. What is it? Is it a curse four thousand years old
that has fallen on me?"
I had heard stories of mummies that rose from their sleep of
centuries to tell the fate of some one when it was hanging in the
balance, of mummies that groaned and gurgled and fought for
breath, frantically beating with their swathed hands in the
witching hours of the night.


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