It pleases me even now to think what a favored man our master is.

The fortune cost him nothing--not an anxiety, not a drop of sweat, not so much as a thought; it attaches to him undreamed of, and in his youth.

And, Esther, let me waste a little vanity with the reflection; he gets what he could not go into the market and buy with all the pelf in a sum--thee, my child, my darling; thou blossom from the tomb of my lost Rachel!" He drew her to him, and kissed her twice--once for herself, once for her mother.
"Say not so,".

she said, when his hand fell from her neck.

"Let us think better of him; he knows what sorrow is, and will set us free." "Ah, thy instincts are fine, Esther; and thou knowest I lean upon them in doubtful cases where good or bad is to be pronounced of a person standing before thee as he stood this morning.