Kaffar, I noticed, fixed his eyes upon his friend, and in his stony stare he seemed possessed of an evil spirit.
None of the English guests spoke when Voltaire stopped a second in his narration.

All seemed afraid to utter a sound, except Kaffar.
"Go on, Herod," he said; "I am up in Egypt again." "It was little we ate," said Voltaire, "during the next seven days.

We were too anxious to know whether the secrets of the dead were to be revealed.

Neither could we speak much, for the tongue is generally silent when the soul is wrapped in mystery; and right glad were we when the day dawned on which the veil should be made thicker or altogether drawn aside.
"We did not seek to know the mystery after which we were panting until the midnight of Ilfra's birthday.

Then, when the earth in its revolution spelt out that hour, we entered the room of the maiden whose soul had departed.
"The Egyptians have lost much of the knowledge of the ancients, especially in the art of embalming.