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The Days of Mohammed by Anna May Wilson
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Amzi was talking to someone in the crowd, and Yusuf passed slowly out
and bent his way down a silent and deserted street. No one was in sight
except a very young girl, almost a child, who was gliding quickly on in
the shadows. Once or twice she seemed to stagger, then she fell. Yusuf
hurried to her, and turned her face to the starlight. Even in that dim
light he could see that it was contorted with pain. Yusuf heard the
murmur of voices in a low building close at hand, and, without waiting
to knock, he lifted the girl in his arms, opened the door, and passed
in.




CHAPTER V.

NATHAN THE JEW.

"I shall be content, whatever happens, for what God chooses must
be better than what I can choose."--_Epictetus._


The same evening on which Yusuf visited the temple, a woman and her two
children sat in a dingy little room with an earthen floor, in one of the
most dilapidated streets of Mecca. The woman's face bore traces of want
and suffering, yet there was a calm dignity and hopefulness in her
countenance, and her voice was not despairing. She sat upon a bundle of
rushes placed on the floor. No lamp lighted the apartment, but through
an opening in the wall the soft starlight shone upon the bands of hair
that fell in little braids over her forehead. Her two beautiful children
were beside her, the girl with her arm about her mother, and the boy's
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