Aaron the Jew: A Novel
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Farjeon Benjamin Leopold. Aaron the Jew: A Novel
BOOK THE FIRST. MOTHER AND CHILD
CHAPTER I. THE POOR DOCTOR
CHAPTER II. DR. SPENLOVE'S VISITOR
CHAPTER III. DR. SPENLOVE UNDERTAKES A DELICATE MISSION
CHAPTER IV. FLIGHT
CHAPTER V. DEATH BETTER THAN LIFE
CHAPTER VI. THE FRIEND IN NEED
CHAPTER VII. DR. SPENLOVE ADVISES
CHAPTER VIII. WHAT WAS PUT IN THE IRON BOX
CHAPTER IX. MR. MOSS PLAYS HIS PART
BOOK THE SECOND. RACHEL
CHAPTER X. THE VISION IN THE CHURCHYARD
CHAPTER XI. MR. WHIMPOLE INTRODUCES HIMSELF
CHAPTER XII. THE COURSE OF THE SEASONS
CHAPTER XIII. AARON COHEN PREACHES A SERMON ON LARGE NOSES
CHAPTER XIV. A PROCLAMATION OF WAR
CHAPTER XV. THE BATTLE IS FOUGHT AND WON
CHAPTER XVI. JOY AND SORROW
CHAPTER XVII. DIVINE CONSOLATION
BOOK THE THIRD. THE TEMPTATION AND THE FALL
CHAPTER XVIII. UNTO THEM A CHILD IS BORN
CHAPTER XIX. BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH
CHAPTER XX. A MOMENTOUS NIGHT
CHAPTER XXI. OVER A BRIGHT CLOUD A BLACK SHADOW FALLS
CHAPTER XXII. THE LIVING AND THE DEAD
CHAPTER XXIII. PLUCKED FROM THE JAWS OF DEATH
CHAPTER XXIV. THE CURTAIN FALLS AWHILE
BOOK THE FOURTH. HONOUR AND PROGRESS
CHAPTER XXV. AFTER MANY YEARS
CHAPTER XXVI. THE FOUNDATION OF AARON'S FORTUNE
CHAPTER XXVII. THE FEAST OF PASSOVER
CHAPTER XXVIII. RACHEL'S LIFE IN THE NEW LAND
CHAPTER XXIX. THE FAREWELL
CHAPTER XXX. AT THE GRAVE OF HIS CHILD
BOOK THE FIFTH. THE GATHERING OF THE CLOUD
CHAPTER XXXI. AARON IS ASKED FOR A SUBSCRIPTION, AND RELATES THE STORY OF A CONVERT
CHAPTER XXXII. AARON COHEN ADDRESSES A JEWISH AUDIENCE
CHAPTER XXXIII. WHAT SHALL BE DONE TO THE MAN WHOM THE KING DELIGHTETH TO HONOUR?
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE HONOURABLE PERCY STORNDALE
CHAPTER XXXV. THE SPIRIT OF THE DEAD PAST
CHAPTER XXXVI. BEFORE ALL, DUTY
BOOK THE SIXTH. RETRIBUTION
CHAPTER XXXVII. ESTHER MOSS RECEIVES A LETTER
CHAPTER XXXVIII. RUTH'S SECRET
CHAPTER XXXIX. THE HONOURABLE PERCY STORNDALE MAKES AN APPEAL TO AARON COHEN
CHAPTER XL. A DUTY PERFORMED
CHAPTER XLI. THERE IS A PROVIDENCE THAT SHAPES OUR ENDS
CHAPTER XLII. A MOTHER'S JOY
CHAPTER XLIII. A PANIC IN THE CITY
CHAPTER XLIV. THE CONFESSION
CHAPTER XLV. A POISONED ARROW
CHAPTER XLVI. RETRIBUTION
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On a bright, snowy night in December, 1871, Dr. Spenlove, having been employed all the afternoon and evening in paying farewell visits to his patients, walked briskly towards his home through the narrowest and most squalid thoroughfares in Portsmouth. The animation of his movements may be set down to the severity of the weather, and not to any inward cheerfulness of spirits, for as he passed familiar landmarks, he looked at them with a certain regret, which men devoid of sentiment would have pronounced an indication of a weak nature. In this opinion, however, they would have been wrong, for Dr. Spenlove's intended departure early the following morning from a field which had strong claims upon his sympathies was dictated by a law of inexorable necessity. He was a practitioner of considerable skill, and he had conscientiously striven to achieve a reputation in some measure commensurate with his abilities. From a worldly point of view his efforts had been attended with mortifying failure; he had not only been unsuccessful in earning a bare livelihood, but he had completely exhausted the limited resources with which he had started upon his career; he had, moreover, endured severe privation, and an opening presenting itself in the wider field of London, he had accepted it with gladness and reluctance. With gladness, because he was an ambitious man, and had desires apart from his profession; with reluctance, because it pained him to bid farewell to patients in whom he took a genuine interest, and whom he would have liked to continue to befriend. He had, indeed, assisted many of them to the full extent of his power, and in some instances had gone beyond this limit, depriving himself of the necessaries of life to supply them with medicines and nourishing food, and robbing his nights of rest to minister to their woes. He bore about him distinguishing marks of the beautiful self-sacrifice. On this last night of his residence among them, his purse was empty, and inclement as was the weather, he wore, on his road home, but one thin coat, which was but a feeble protection from the freezing air, which pierced to his skin, though every button was put to its proper use. A hacking cough, which caused him to pause occasionally, denoted that he was running a dangerous risk in being so insufficiently clad; but he seemed to make light of it, and smiled when the paroxysm was over. In no profession can be found displayed a more noble humanity and philanthropy than in that which Dr. Spenlove practised, and, needy as he was, and narrow as had been his means from the start, his young career already afforded a striking example of sweet and unselfish attributes. In the Divine placing of human hosts, the poor doctor and the poor priest shall be found marching in the van side by side.
During the whole of the day snow had been falling, and during the whole of the day Dr. Spenlove had had but one meal. He did not complain; he had been accustomed to live from hand to mouth, and well knew what it was to go to bed hungry; and there was before him the prospect of brighter times.
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He laid on the table the money with which he had intended to pay his fare to London.
"Heaven reward you," said the grateful woman, "and make your life bright and prosperous."
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