. The Library of fiction : or, Family story-teller, consisting of original tales, essays, and sketches of character. , grappled him withalmost supernatural,strength. Vainly did Abimelech endeavourto escape from the old mans grasp, or to still his screams : everymoment increased his danger: he heard the steps of personsascending the stairs : not an instant was to be lost; the daggerwhich Zorah had given him was in his girdle; he drew it, andplunged it into the heart of the old man. A piercing shriek rungthrough the chamber, and the unfortunate Aaron Ben Rabiatfell lifeless on the floor. Instead
. The Library of fiction : or, Family story-teller, consisting of original tales, essays, and sketches of character. , grappled him withalmost supernatural,strength. Vainly did Abimelech endeavourto escape from the old mans grasp, or to still his screams : everymoment increased his danger: he heard the steps of personsascending the stairs : not an instant was to be lost; the daggerwhich Zorah had given him was in his girdle; he drew it, andplunged it into the heart of the old man. A piercing shriek rungthrough the chamber, and the unfortunate Aaron Ben Rabiatfell lifeless on the floor. Instead of providing for his safety,the guilty Rabbi stood petrified with horror over the quiveringbody of his victim, watching the life-stream welling from hisside in a bubbhng tide. When the persons attracted by thepublicans screams entered the room, he made no attempt toescape, but surrendered himself quietly into their hands. Hewas instantly hurried to prison, and, amidst the revilings of thecrowd, was plunged into a dark noisome dungeon, to await thepublic ignominy of a trial on the following day, in the sight of. Page 46, Vol. 2. THE TEMPTER. 47 that people before whom he had set himself up as an exampleof righteousness. Dashing himself on the earth, he lay writh-ing in bitter agony, cursing the hour of his birth and the fatalmadness which had led his steps from the paths of virtue;when suddenly a ray of light illuminated his prison — helooked up—it was Zorah. Her eyes dark orbs still shonewith undiminished lustre ; but there was in the proud smilewhich curled her elevated lip an expression of demoniac triumph,which chilled the Rabbis blood. Hiding his face in his robe,he exclaimed : False tempter, begone. I have done thy bidding—-and lo !innocent blood is upon my hands. I am broken and troddenunder foot like a defiled thing. The cup of my pride has beenfilled with gall. Depart, therefore, I pray thee, lest in the bitter-ness of my wrath I curse thee also. Rabbi Abimelech,
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