Francis Worcester Doughty

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Francis Worcester Doughty Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)

The last camel had departed, the tail of the hindmost mule had vanished over the rocky ridge, a hundred feet or so above the inn, which formed the apex of the mountain pass, Zhad-uan; the shrill “sok! sok!” of the K’ambas was heard no more.
Inside the inn Maurice, Dr. Philpot, and your humble servant stood leaning against the k’ang, contemplating the lifeless body of Mr. Mirrikh, which, still enveloped in its sheepskin covering, lay upon its side at our feet.
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Francis Worcester Doughty Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)

My friend Mirrikh lay a corpse; thrown at our feet, as one might say, in derision of our stupendous folly.
Could we hope to play Hamlet without Hamlet?
Decidedly this was the last act in the drama, just as the Doctor had said. At least that is what I thought when finally, sometime after midnight, I stretched myself out upon the k’ang to try and obtain a little sleep before morning came; for, after a long discussion, we had decided to turn our mules’ noses back in the direction of Bootan with the rising of to-morrow’s sun.
Maurice was asleep already.
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