Pearl-Maiden by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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would have been much better to have got that key from Amram and peeped
into the chamber upstairs." Thereon the temper of the officer, already ruffled by the events of the morning and the long watch of the preceding night, gave way, and he departed, consigning the Christians, escaped or recaptured, Amram and the key, his subordinate, and even the royal Agrippa who did not pay his debts, to every infernal god of every religion with which he was acquainted. Nehushta lifted her head from the floor. "Thanks be to God! They are gone," she said. "But, Nou, will they not come back? Oh! I fear lest they should come back." "I think not. That sharp-nosed rat has made the other angry, and I believe that he will find him some harder task than the seeking of a key from Amram. Still, there is danger that this Amram may appear himself to visit his store, for in these days of festival he is sure to be selling grain to the bakers." Scarcely were the words out of her mouth when a key rattled, the door was pushed sharply, and the piece of wood slipped and fell. Then the hinges creaked, and Amram--none other--entered, and, closing the door behind him, locked it, leaving the key in the lock. Amram was a shrewd-faced, middle-aged Phnician and, like most Phnicians of that day, a successful trader, this corn-store |
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