Thorny Path, a — Volume 04 by Georg Ebers
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succeed in obtaining her father's release, from his imperial guest.
Her grave face brightened at this thought, and, while she ate and drank, another idea struck her. Alexander, too, must be known to the high- priest; for Timotheus was the brother of Seleukus, whose daughter the artist had just painted, and Timotheus had seen the portrait and praised it highly. Thus it was not improbable that the generous man would, if Philip besought him, intercede for Alexander. So all might turn out better than she had ventured to hope. Firmly convinced that it was her part to rescue her family, she once more reviewed in her mind every acquaintance to whom she might look for aid; but even during her meditations her tired frame asserted its rights, and when Dido came in to remove the remains of the meal and the empty wine- cup, she found Melissa sunk in sleep. Shaking her head, and saying to herself that it served the old man right for his cruel treatment of a dutiful child--though, for Alexander's sake, she might have tried to keep awake--the faithful soul pushed a cushion under the girl's head, drew the screen across the window, and stood waving off the flies which buzzed about her darling's flushed face, till presently the dog barked, and an energetic knock shook the house-door. Melissa started from her slumbers, the old woman threw aside the fan, and, as she hurried to admit the vehement visitor, cried out to Melissa: "Be easy, dear child--be easy. It is nothing; depend upon that. I know the knock; it is only Philip." |
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