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"I think so too," murmured Ishmael, as he pressed the hand of his little friend and left her. Was Ishmael's allegiance to his "elect lady" turned aside? Ah, no! Claudia might misunderstand, humiliate, and wound him; but she was still "his own star," the star of destiny. He went straight back to her side.
He took a chair and seated himself by the bedside of the patient, and for the first time took a good look at him. Ishmael's handsome face, no longer distorted by suffering, was calm and clear; his eyes were closed in repose but not in sleep, for the moment the judge "hemmed" he raised his eyelids and greeted his host with a gentle smile and nod.
"My friend and patron, I must be admitted to practice at the Washington bar; but I will not upon that account leave your service while I can be of use to you," said Ishmael, with earnestness; for next to adoring Claudia, he loved best for her sake to honor her father. "That's a good lad. Be sure you keep your promise," said the judge, smiling, and laying his hand caressingly on Ishmael's head.
I am going immediately back there to remain until it is over; if I should be particularly wanted here, send there for me," said the doctor. "Yes; but I am very sorry Mrs. Gray is so ill! She is Ishmael's aunt. What is the matter with her?" "Humph!" answered the doctor. "Good-night, Miss Claudia. You will know where to send for me, if I am wanted here." "Yes; but I am so sorry about Gray's wife!
Claudia was secure in her pride; and half of Ishmael's soul the mental half was absorbed in his studies; his mind was given to his books; but his heart was devoted to Claudia. And in this double occupation there was no discord, but the most perfect harmony. But though Claudia, whom he adored, was his watchful patroness, Bee, whom he only loved, was his truest friend.
"Uncle," she said, blushing deeply to be obliged still to betray her interest in one whom she was forced to remember, because everyone else forgot him, "uncle, had we not better send Powers up to Ishmael's room to see if he has come in, and let him know that dinner is on the table?" "Certainly, my dear; go, Powers, and if Mr. Worth is in his room, let him know that dinner is ready."
Cedar is the name of the country in which dwelled the Ishmaelites, that were the children of Kedar, that was Ishmael's eldest son. And more truly they be there clept Agareni than Saraceni, though they mistake the name of Sarah in vain, and be proud thereof, as though they were gendered of Sarah.
I never heard or if I did I have forgotten. Who was he?" Ishmael's face grew crimson. Yet he could not have told, because he did not know, why this question caused his brow to burn as though it had been smitten by a red-hot iron. "Who was your father, I ask you, Ishmael?" persisted the imperious little girl.
Now, indeed, this poor, modern Hagar looked up and smiled at the oddity of her Ishmael's far-reaching thought. In that poor household grief might not be indulged. Marah Rocke took down her work-basket and sat down to finish a lot of shirts, and Traverse went out with his horse and saw to look for a job at cutting wood for twenty-five cents a cord.
A heavier wagon behind this one contained all Hannah's household furniture, including her loom and wheel and Ishmael's home-made desk and book-shelf, and in the driver's seat sat the negro man who had come down in attendance upon the overseer. The Professor of Odd Jobs stood in the door of the hut, with his hat in his hand, waving adieu to the departing travelers.
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