Deborah: A tale of the times of Judas MaccabaeusLudlow, James M. (James Meeker)
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Deborah: A tale of the times of Judas Maccabaeus
Ludlow, James M. (James Meeker)
Jewish fiction; Jews -- History -- 586 B.C.-70 A.D. -- Fiction; Maccabees -- Fiction
In the centre of the court played the little fountain; but it no longer
sent up its simple sheaf of spray. The water now trickled from the
hands of marble Cupids, and fell upon the nude form of Aphrodite, and
filled a shell-shaped basin at her feet. At the corners of the court
stood exquisite sculptures, evidencing the new taste of the master of
the house.
As Deborah stepped upon the platform, or open square room which
served as the entrance hall to the living apartments, she was
confronted by a middle-aged man, in white chiton and embroidered
girdle, with close-curled locks and flat face. His lofty but otherwise
expressionless look, and the stiffness of the motion by which he
simulated dignity, indicated that he was the chief of several Greek
servants whom Glaucon had installed.
"Not in here, woman," said he, putting his hand upon Deborah. "You
Jewish dog," he added, addressing Ephraim, "have you forgotten your
business, to bring your street herd into the house? I'll teach you."
He raised his hand to strike him, but Deborah's arm intercepted the
blow.
"Hold, I am mistress here," she said.
Her shabby garb could not disguise her supreme grace of mien, nor did
her weather-bronzed skin hide the beauty of her face or lessen the tone
of refinement in her voice. The man stared in motionless amazement as
she raised the curtain and passed within, bidding Huldah to follow.
Leaving Ephraim to tell the story of her identity, she entered the
first lower chamber, the reception-room of the mansion. She noted the
strange and foreign things which had taken the place of the familiar
furniture, much of which had been the heirloom of many generations;
then she passed to her own chamber. Here, as Huldah pointed out,
everything was as she had left it the day of her flight.
"Now, good mother, let us be alone," said she, with a fond embrace of
the old nurse.
"Here is the key of the chest," said Huldah, after much fumbling in her
bosom, and nearly denuding herself in the search. "The Greek slaves
that Benjamin has hired steal everything that their fingers touch. But
they have not come in here. Even Benjamin swore to kill them if they
did, though they have opened all his closets, except the hidden ones
between the walls."
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