As it was, however, the same kind of serpent that had laid the beautiful Cleopatra low, likewise set at liberty the soul of Ilfra.
Do not think Abou grieved because of her death.

Death was not death to him--his eyes pierced that dark barrier; he suffered because the glorious knowledge he longed for was rudely snatched from him." "'Thou man of the West who bearest the name of a Jewish king,' he said to me, 'this is a heavy blow.' "'Not too heavy for you, Abou,' I said.

'The soul has flown, but when the three times seven years is complete you can call her back and learn her wisdom.'" "'I can call her back, but the secret--ah, I know it not,' he said." By this time there was a deadly silence in the room.

Every ear was strained, so that not one sound of Voltaire's voice might be missed.

As for him, he sat with his eyes fixed, as if he saw beyond the present time and place, while his face was like a piece of marble.