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The Prince of India — Volume 01 by Lewis Wallace
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the child. Now he thought of that person; possibly she knew where the
seal was. He turned to seek her, and as he did so, the door of an
adjoining room opened, and the child appeared.

He held her very dear, because she had the clear olive complexion of her
mother, and the same soft black eyes with which the latter used to smile
upon him in such manner that words were never required to assure him of
her love. And the little one was bright and affectionate, and had
prettinesses in speech, and sang low and contentedly the day long. Often
as he took her on his lap and studied her fondly, he was conscious she
promised to be gentle and beautiful as the departed one; beyond which it
never occurred to him there could be superior excellences.

Distressed as the poor man was, he took the child in his arms, and
kissed her on the round cheek, and was putting her down when he saw the
medal at her throat, hanging from a string. She told him the housekeeper
had given it to her as a plaything. Untied at last--for his impatience
was nigh uncontrollable--he hurried with the recovered treasure to a
window, to look at the device raised upon it; then, his heart beating
rapidly, he made comparison with the impression sunk in the yellow wax
at the foot of the letter; he put them side by side--there could be no
mistake--the impression on the wax might have been made by the
medallion!

Let it not be supposed now that the son of Jahdai did not appreciate the
circumstance which had befallen. The idea of a man suffering a doom so
strange affected him, while the doom itself, considered as a judgment,
was simply awful; but his thought did not stop there--it carried him
behind both the man and the doom. Who was He with power by a word, not
merely to change the most fixed of the decrees of nature, but, by
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