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"She was not wholly innocent Miriam, make me not to remember the past

My eyes are old now; they should not weep any more I have drunk my cup

of sorrow to the lees O Miriaain!"

"God forbid! My father, I will keep the promise that I made you I will

do all that you wish"

Cohen bowed his head solemnly, and remained for some minutes afterward

motionless His eyes were closed, his face was as still as a painted

face Whether he was praying or re, Miriam knew not But

solitude is the first cry of the wounded heart, and she went away into

it She was like a child that had been smitten, and whoht of disputing her grandfather's word,

or of opposing his will Often before he had been obliged to give her

soood had always been

the end in view She had perfect faith in his love and wisdoh she bore it with that unco patience