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Leah Mordecai

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 1449    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

ithin the seminary walls, now deepened and intensified as the day for final separation approached. All were studying, wit

e subject. But they had seemed bound to each other by an indissoluble bond of love. No word harsher than a caress, and no look sterner than a smile, had Li

talks and clandestine interviews. Each and all were impressed with the fact that

ah. With this information-this avowal of her broken heart and hopes-Leah had enshrouded the subject with silence and laid it away, as we lay our

se sunny days. Drilling, drilling, drilling-for the coming battle of life, or for the crimson strife of war that might

ious hearts throbbed wildly, as the appro

-chair, with his head dropped upon his breast. The young man was dozing over the journal that he held in his unconscious grasp. Ha

ha Levy's tea-party, yet I have passed her house daily for tha

-in-arm with George Marshall, and we suddenly confronted

, Emile! What Hebrew maid

'the Jewish banker's daughter, of w

tiful. You seem a little bewitched,

told her I intended to marry Leah if I could. Her silly reply was, 'Well, suppose you can't?' School-girls are intolerably silly, at Helen's age! She thinks now of nothing and nobody but Henry Packa

tudying hard enough, and if I did not spur up I

hould love her for her dreamy eyes. I'll swear, ever since she spoke to me so sweetly a week ago, and gave me a clasp of her white, slender hand, I haven't cared whether I was prompt at parade, studies, or anything el

nd the old Queen City looks charming. The girls, too, Madam Truxton's and all ot

the buttons and lace are quite tarnish

at I love her, but she does not seem inclined to trust me. Only to-day I sent her a magnolia leaf, upon which was written, 'Je vous aime, ma belle J

to-day. I was again reprimanded by that old bald-headed Brown. He must forget that I

gravely; and I suppose I am. I never could endu

tty well. I depend upon

too, has been scoring me lately. Somehow she found out my fancy. Whew! how she did scold me! Said she would like to know if I had forgotten the blood that flowed in the Le Grande veins! If I were lost to family pride and honor so far as to mingle my blood with that of the old pawnbroker, Mordecai! How she looked! How

rdecai. I did not tell her, either, that I had asked Leah t

return of the terrible scourge, yellow fever, that so devastated this fair city five years ago. Next week, Madam Truxton's seminary closes, and t

rl to come out. She says, too, that of all the girls at school, Lizzie Heartwell will be the most regretted when she leaves the Queen City for her home

is to visit Helen next week and attend the closing of Madam Truxton's school. Well, 'we shall see what we shall see

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“This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 edition. Excerpt: ...and when she opened the door in response to a gentle tap, her face was as placid as a summer lake. \" Is it you, father? Come in,\" said Leah, looking up to meet her father's eye. \"Yes, my daughter. Are you ready? Are the trunks packed? Can I do anything more for you?\" replied Mr. Mordecai, almost in one breath. \" Nearly ready, father. Aunt Barbara has about finished the last one, and I am ready to leave you.\" These words, so full of feeling, so sorrowfully spoken, too, struck deep into the father's heart, and filled him with unspeakable regret. \" Eeady to leave me, daughter,\" he reiterated, half petulantly, \" I fear that you do not appreciate, or rather that you misinterpret my motive in sending you on so grand a journey. How many girls there are who vainly wish, from day to day, for such advantages as I am oifering you!\" To these words Leah made no reply. And Mr. Mordecai, walking backward and forward with restless step across his daughter's bed-chamber, secretly regretted that he had ever considered the project for a moment. Then he said, half apologetically, \" You shall only stay a year, my daughter; that is not such a very long time.\" \" Maybe I shall never come back, father. But yon will love me always, won't you?\" \"Hush! hush! child. I do not like your words. They distress me! A year is a short time, you know; so don't be foolish. Come, braid up your hair, arrange your dress, and come down at once into the drawing-room. I must have some music to-night.\" \" With pleasure, dear father,\" answered Leah, as cheerfully as the swelling emotion at her heart would allow. Then, in an undertone to herself, she added, \" It may be the last time I shall have the privilege of playing for him in my life. If I were to go to Europe, that wretched woman would...”
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