To be possessed by that demon of anguish is to suffer the torture of the damned--or else," and her voice sank to softness, "to be more blest than the Gods, happy as they are.

I know--I know it all; for I was once one of the possessed, one of a thousand, and even now--" "Well ?" asked the dwarf.
"Folly!" muttered the witch, stretching herself as if awaking from sleep.
"Madness! He--is long since dead, and if he were not it would be all the same to me.

All men are alike, and Mena will be like the rest." "But Paaker surely is governed by the demon you describe ?" asked the dwarf.
"May be," replied his mother; "but he is self-willed to madness.

He would simply give his life for the thing because it is denied him.

If your mistress Nefert were his, perhaps he might be easier; but what is the use of chattering?
I must go over to the gold tent, where everyone goes now who has any money in their purse, to speak to the mistress--" "What do you want with her ?" interrupted Nemu.