"Thee is but a woman, and David
would not be saved at such a price, and I would not have him saved so.
Thee will not go. Say thee will not. He is all God has left to me in
life; but thee to go--ah, no! It is a bitter world--and what could thee
do?"
Hylda looked at her reflectively. Should she tell Faith all, and take her
to Egypt? No, she could not take her without telling her all, and that
was impossible now. There might come a time when this wise and tender
soul might be taken into the innermost chambers, when all the truth might
be known; but the secret of David's parentage was Eglington's concern
most of all, and she would not speak now; and what was between Nahoum and
David was David's concern; and she had kept his secret all these years.
No, Faith might not know now, and might not come with her. On this
mission she must go alone.
Hylda rose to her feet, still keeping hold of Faith's hand. "Go back to
Hamley and wait there," she said, in a colourless voice. "You can do
nothing; it may be I can do much. Whatever can be done I can do, since
England will not act.
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