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THE MUMMY.
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With a violent effort, however, he rouzed himself to speak. "Was it a human power that dragged you from the tomb?"
"The power that gave me life could alone restore it," replied the Mummy in slow measured accents, as it sank gradually back into its former tomb. Edric shuddered, and involuntarily rushed forward, but the Mummy no longer lived or breathed. Cold, pale, and inanimate it lay, as though its sleep of two thousand years had never been broken.
and no mortal ever more could boast of holding converse with The Mummy.
THE END.
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