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He gazed at her, apparently unconscious of the desperation in the face

lifted to hiain in his eyes

was none the less unthoughted He slipped his hand under a strand of

her rich hair that had fallen and drew it out, slowly, at full length

Slowly his eyes followed it as inch by inch it slipped through his

fingers Old le to the surface; old

tendernesses; recollection of pure hours and holy things; paganism

dropped from him like a husk and the spiritual hauteur of a Jew

brought the expression of the unhuh a notch in the hills a golden bea this inwalled valley lay like an illulorified it Laodice's breath stopped

Slowly his fingers slipped along the fine silken length of that

shining strand until his arm extended to the full; and the end of the

lock yet rested on her breast Thus ht have been the hair of that

Rahab, as no less a patriot because she was frail; thus, the hair

of Bathsheba, as the h she

sinned; thus the hair of that e of Judah, htenment in the world! He would not initiate his succor of