Her arms were held forward as though to support a child, which perhaps she was suckling as one of the breasts was bare.

But if so, the child had gone.

The execution of the statue was exquisite and its tender and mystic face extraordinarily beautiful, so life-like also that I think it must have been copied from a living model.

Oh! my friend, when I looked upon it, which we did by the light of the candles, for the sun was sinking and shadows gathered in that excavated hole, I felt--never mind what I felt--perhaps _you_ can guess who know my history.
"While we stared and stared, I longing to go upon my knees, I knew not why, suddenly I felt a faint trembling of the ground.

At the same moment, the head overseer of the works, a man called Achmet, rushed up to us, shouting out--'Back! Back! The wall has burst.
The sand runs!' "He seized me by the arm and dragged me away beside of and behind the grave, George turning to follow.