[Illustration: RAHAB] BOOKS by WALDO FRANK _The Unwelcome Man_ _The Dark Mother_ _Rahab_ _City Block_ (in preparation) _Our America_ _The Art of The Vieux Colombier_ _Virgin Spain_ (in preparation) RAHAB _By_ WALDO FRANK [Illustration] BONI AND LIVERIGHT PUBLISHERS NEW YORK _RAHAB_ COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY BONI & LIVERIGHT, INC. _Printed in the United States of America_ _To_ _Magic_ ERRATA Page 57, second line from top, “stook” should read “stood.” Page 113, eighth line from top, reading “the cigarette smoke, closed them, sat down,” should be eliminated entirely, and the line should read “deliberate they beat against her hips” Page 147, twelfth line from top, “shadow” should read “shallow” CONTENTS PAGE _One_ BRASS GAS CHANDELIER 13 _Two_ RIVER GARDEN 21 _Three_ WHITE SKY 69 _Four_ PAVEMENT OVER EARTH 81 _Five_ CLARA 167 _Six_ PAVEMENT BROKEN 203 _Seven_ EARTH 245 “_Be consoled: thou wouldst not seek me if thou hadst not found me._ ...” _PASCAL_ _ONE_ BRASS GAS CHANDELIER The door opened against the drawn chain, grating against it. In the grey strip a woman’s face, very grey, very unexpectant, suddenly was bright. It measured a man, young, standing at ease. The chain clicked free. “O it’s you, Mr. Samson.” The door opened wide, shut them in. The hall was a long shadow beyond the glow of them standing. He was quiet waiting, not sheer against her: his shaggy coat poured the street’s coldness. She was a dim thing about eyes. “I’m so glad it’s you, Mr. Samson.” She walked noiseless through shadow, she took no space from it, she was infinitesimal within a mood. He followed. “I was taking it right easy ... reading.” In the gaslight she turned and fronted him. She took his coat. He was a fair boy, gentle, somewhat plump. He sat down, she stood.