“Curse her memory—accursed be the memory of the Egyptian.”
Up again, and again down.
“Curse her, the daughter of the Nile, because of her beauty.
“Curse her, because her magic hath prevailed against me.
“Curse her, because she held my beloved from me.”
And again the flame dwindled and shrank.
She put her hands before her eyes, and abandoning the hissing tone, cried aloud:—
“What is the use of cursing?—she prevailed, and she is gone.”
Then she recommenced with an even more frightful energy:—
“Curse her where she is. Let my curses reach her where she is and disturb her rest.