is wife. Pharaoh--our king, you know--would have forced me also to be this man's rani, so I had no one to protect me, and I was miserable. Then I recalled what the chal had told me about you who wed with one of us; so I fled hither for your protection, and to be your servant."
"But Goliath--this red-haired brute?"
"He does not know where I have gone, he will never find me here. Let me stay, Mr. Dix, and be your servant. I have nowhere to go to, no one to seek, save you, the husband of the dead Hagar, after whom I am named. Am I to stay or go, now that I have told you the truth?"
Jacob looked thoughtfully at the girl, and saw tears glistening in her heavy eyelashes, although her pride kept them from falling. Moved by her helplessness, mindful of the wife whom he had loved so well, and alive to the advantage of possessing a white slave whom he could trust the astute ancient made up his mind.
"Stay," said he, quietly. "I shall see if you will be useful to me--useful and faithful, my g
What a delightful set of stories! Hume at his best. Not the usual 'whodunnit' style but plenty of puzzles and some great character descriptions. Recommended.