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Dusare the Nabathaean Perpetua now took up the tale had heard of a recluse, living at Raithu on the Red Sea, who had been a great warrior, by birth a Greek, and who for two years had been leading a life of penance in great seclusion among the pious brethren on the sacred Mount of Sinai.
The physician smiled, as though something had happened just as he expected; after a moment's reflection he said: "And where can the Nabathaean find you, if indeed he discovers your father in the hermit of Sinai?" The question startled and surprised Paula, and Philippus now adduced every argument to convince her that it was necessary that she should remain in the City of the Pyramids.
"Yes, the little Nabathaean is come," replied her nurse with some hesitation, "and he indeed but for God's sake, child, form no vain hopes! Hiram came to me soon after sun-down. . ." "Betta!" screamed the girl, clinging to her nurse's arm. "What has he heard, what news does he bring?" "Nothing, nothing! How you rush at conclusions! What he found out is next to nothing.
The physician smiled, as though something had happened just as he expected; after a moment's reflection he said: "And where can the Nabathaean find you, if indeed he discovers your father in the hermit of Sinai?" The question startled and surprised Paula, and Philippus now adduced every argument to convince her that it was necessary that she should remain in the City of the Pyramids.
Dusare the Nabathaean Perpetua now took up the tale had heard of a recluse, living at Raithu on the Red Sea, who had been a great warrior, by birth a Greek, and who for two years had been leading a life of penance in great seclusion among the pious brethren on the sacred Mount of Sinai.
The freedman then explained that this Nabathaean was a trustworthy man, far better skilled in such errands than himself, for he understood both Syriac and Egyptian, Greek and Aramaic; and nevertheless he had failed to find out anything more about this hermit Paulus at Tor, where the monks of the monastery of the Transfiguration had a colony.
How could you have the heart to deprive me of the hope on which my poor heart still feeds? But I will not be robbed of it. Your Paulus of Sinai is my lost father. I feel it, I know it! If I had not sold my pearls, the Nabathaean.... But as it is. When can you start, my good Hiram?" "Not before a fort a fortnight at at at soonest," said the man.
Mary remained with the mother and daughter till it grew dark; her chatter always led them back to Paula; and when, in the afternoon, the Nabathaean messenger came to them, and told them from their captive friend that he had brought her father home to her, the women once more began to hope, and Mary could allow herself to give free expression to her fond love before she quitted them, without exciting their suspicions.
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