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in his face; and when<br> orion, finding no reply ready, drew back a step or two, the old man went on with growing excitement:<br> it is humility, pious and submissive faith, that i find you lack, my friend. who, indeed, am i but as the<br> vicar, the representative of him before whom we all are as warms in the dust, i must insist that every<br> man who calls himself a christian, a jacobite, shall submit to my will and orders, without hesitation or<br> doubt, as obediently and unresistingly as though salvation or woe had fallen on him from above. What<br> would become of us, if individuals were to take upon themselves to defy me and walk. in their own way<br> in one miserable generation, and with the death of the elders who had grown yp as true christians, the<br> doctrine of the saviour would be extinct on the shores of the nile, the creascent would rise in the place of<br> the cross, and our cry would go up to heaven for so many lost souls. learn, haughty youth. to bow<br> humbly and submissively to the will of the most high and of his vicar on earth, and fet me show you,<br> from your demeanor to myself expecially, how far your own judgment is to be telied on. you regard me<br> as your fathers enemy yes, said orion firmly. and i loved him as a brother replied the patriarch in a<br> softer voice, how gladly would i have heoped his bier with palm branches of peace, such as the church<br> alone can grow, wet with my own tears and yet, cried orion yo denied to him, whom you call your<br> friend. what the church does not rrfuse to thieves and murderers, if only they desire forgiveness and<br> have received absolution from a priest; and that. and that your father did interrupted the old man.<br> peace be to him he is now, no doubt, gazing an the glory of the lord. and nevertheless i could forbid<br> his shrine and you will perhaps consent, replied the physician, to whom paula. at this moment, for the<br> first time since his heart had glowed with love for her, did not seem to be quite what a man looks for<br> in the woman he adores. hitherto he had seen and heard nothing that was not high minded and worthy<br> of her; but her last wards had, been spoken with vehement and indignant irony and in philips opinion<br> irony. blame which was intended to wound and not to improve its object, was unbecoming in a noble<br> woman. the scornful lough, with which she had triumphantly ended her speech, had opened as it were a<br> wide abyss between his mind and hers. he, as he freely confessed to himself, was of a coarser and<br> humbler grain than paula, and he was apt to be satirical oftener than was right. she had been wont to<br> dislike this habit in him; he had been glad that she did; it answered to the ideal he had farmed of<br> what the woman he loved should be, but now she had turned satirical: and her irony was no jest of the<br> lips. it sprang, fall of passion, from her agitated soul; this it was that grieved the leech who knew<br> human nature, and at the same time roused his apprehensions. paula read his disapproval in his face,<br> and felt that there was a deep significance in his words and you will perhaps consent. men are vexed,<br> thought she, when, after they have decisively expressed an opinion. we women dare unhesitatingly to<br> assert a different one, so, as she would on no account hurt the feelings of the friend to whom she owed<br> so much, she said kindly: i do not care to enquire into the meaning of your strange prognostication.<br> thank god, by your kindness and care i have severed every tie that could have bound me to my poor<br> uncles son now we will drop the subject; we have said too much about him already. that is quite my<br> her by the care lavished on it; she had seen a hump backed gardener and several children at work in<br> it. a stranya party for every one of them, like their chief, was in some way deformed on crippled. The<br> plot of ground which extended towards the river to the road way for foot passengers, vehicles and the<br> files of men towing the nile boats was but narrow, and bounded on either side by extensive premises.<br> not far from the spot where it lay nearest to the river was the bridge of boats connecting memphis with<br> the island of rodah. to the right was the magnificent residence a palone indeed belonging to susannah;<br> to the left was an extensive grove, where tall palms, sycamores with spreading foliage, and dense<br> thickets of blue green tamarisk treas cast their shade. above this bower of splendid shrubs and ancient<br> trees rose a long, yellow, building crowned with a turret; and this too was not unknown to her, for she<br> had often heard it spoken of in her uncles house, and had even gone there now and then escorted by<br> perpatua. it was the convent of st. cecilia, the refuge of the last nuns of the orthodox creed left in<br>