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A Ride Across Palestine by Anthony Trollope
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of oranges, was the banquet set before me; and though I might have
found fault with it in Paris or London, I thought that it did well
enough in Jaffa. My poor friend could not join me, but had a cup of
coffee in his room. "At any rate take a little brandy in it," I
said to him, as I stood over his bed. "I could not swallow it,"
said he, looking at me with almost beseeching eyes. "Beshrew the
fellow," I said to myself as I left him, carefully closing the door,
so that the sound should not shake him; "he is little better than a
woman, and yet I have become as fond of him as though he were my
brother."

I went out at three, but up to that time the boat had not been
signalled. "And we shall not get out to-night?" "No, not to-
night," said the agent. "And what time to-morrow?" "If she comes
in this evening, you will start by daylight. But they so manage her
departure from Beyrout, that she seldom is here in the evening."
"It will be noon to-morrow then?" "Yes," the man said, "noon to-
morrow." I calculated, however, that the old gentleman could not
possibly be on our track by that time. He would not have reached
Jerusalem till late in the day on which we saw him, and it would
take him some time to obtain tidings of his nephew. But it might be
possible that messengers sent by him should reach Jaffa by four or
five on the day after his arrival. That would be this very day
which we were now wasting at Jaffa. Having thus made my
calculations, I returned to Smith to give him such consolation as it
might be in my power to afford.

He seemed to be dreadfully afflicted by all this. "He will have
traced me to Jerusalem, and then again away; and will follow me
immediately."
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