Gilbert Parker,
The Weavers: a tale of England and Egypt of fifty years ago - Volume 2
“ Behold, I build my nest in thy sails, excellency.""There are no birds in last year's nest, Mizraim, thou dove," said Nahoum, with a cynical smile. "When I build, I build. Where I swear by the stone of the corner, there am I from dark to dark and from dawn to dawn, pasha." Suddenly he swept his hand low to the ground and a ghastly sort of smile crossed over his face. "Speak—I am thy servant. Shall I not hear? I will put my hand in the entrails of Egypt, and wrench them forth for thee."He made a gesture so cruelly, so darkly, suggestive that Nahoum turned his head away. ”
