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to the intention of soothing and propitiating her. Once a handsome face, with bright color, it was now sallow and deep-lined, and had that peculiar impress of impudent suavity which comes from courting favor while accepting disrespect. He was lightly made and active, with something of youth about him which made the signs of age seem a disguise; and in reality he was hardly fifty-seven. His dress was shabby, as when she had seen him before. The presence of this unreverend father now, more than ever, affected Mirah with the mingled anguish of shame and grief, repulsion and pityā ā€”more than ever, now that her own world was changed into one where there was no comradeship to fence him from scorn and contempt.

Slowly, with a sad, tremulous voice, she said, ā€œIt is you, father.ā€

ā€œWhy did you run away from me, child?ā€ he began with rapid speech which was meant to have a tone of tender remonstrance, accompanied with various quick gestures like an abbreviated finger-language. ā€œWhat were you afraid of? You knew I never made you do anything against your will. It was for your sake I broke up your engagement in the Vorstadt, because I saw it didnā€™t suit you, and you repaid me by leaving me to the bad times that came in consequence. I had made an easier engagement for you at the Vorstadt Theater in Dresden: I didnā€™t tell you, because I wanted to take you by surprise. And you left me planted thereā ā€”obliged to make myself scarce because I had broken contract. That was hard lines for me, after I had given up everything for the sake of getting you an education which was to be a fortune to you. What father devoted himself to his daughter more than I did to you? You know how I bore that disappointment in your voice, and made the best of it: and when I had nobody besides you, and was getting broken, as a man must who has had to fight his way with his brainsā ā€”you chose that time to leave me. Who else was it you owed everything to, if not to me? and where was your feeling in return? For what my daughter cared, I might have died in a ditch.ā€

Lapidoth stopped short here, not from lack of invention, but because he had reached a pathetic climax, and gave a sudden sob, like a womanā€™s, taking out hastily an old yellow silk handkerchief. He really felt that his daughter had treated him illā ā€”a sort of sensibility which is naturally strong in unscrupulous persons, who put down what is owing to them, without any per contra. Mirah, in spite of that sob, had energy enough not to let him suppose that he deceived her. She answered more firmly, though it was the first time she had ever used accusing words to him.

ā€œYou know why I left you, father; and I had reason to distrust you, because I felt sure that you had deceived my mother. If I could have trusted you, I would have stayed with you and worked for you.ā€

ā€œI never meant to deceive your mother, Mirah,ā€ said Lapidoth, putting back his handkerchief, but beginning with a voice that seemed to struggle against further sobbing. ā€œI meant to take you back to her, but chances hindered me just at the time, and then there came information of her death. It was better for you that I should stay where I was, and your brother could take care of himself. Nobody had any claim on me but you. I had word of your motherā€™s death from a particular friend, who had undertaken to manage things for me, and I sent him over money to pay expenses. Thereā€™s one chance to be sureā ā€”ā€ Lapidoth had quickly conceived that he must guard against something unlikely, yet possibleā ā€”ā€œhe may have written me lies for the sake of getting the money out of me.ā€

Mirah made no answer; she could not bear to utter the only true oneā ā€”ā€œI donā€™t believe one word of what you sayā€ā ā€”and she simply showed a wish that they should walk on, feeling that their standing still might draw down unpleasant notice. Even as they walked along, their companionship might well have made a passerby turn back to look at them. The figure of Mirah, with her beauty set off by the quiet, careful dress of an English lady, made a strange pendant to this shabby, foreign-looking, eager, and gesticulating man, who withal had an ineffaceable jauntiness of air, perhaps due to the bushy curls of his grizzled hair, the smallness of his hands and feet, and his light walk.

ā€œYou seem to have done well for yourself, Mirah? You are in no want, I see,ā€ said the father, looking at her with emphatic examination.

ā€œGood friends who found me in distress have helped me to get work,ā€ said Mirah, hardly knowing what she actually said, from being occupied with what she would presently have to say. ā€œI give lessons. I have sung in private houses. I have just been singing at a private concert.ā€ She paused, and then added, with significance, ā€œI have very good friends, who know all about me.ā€

ā€œAnd you would be ashamed they should see your father in this plight? No wonder. I came to England with no prospect, but the chance of finding you. It was a mad quest; but a fatherā€™s heart is superstitiousā ā€”feels a loadstone drawing it somewhere or other. I might have done very well, staying abroad: when I hadnā€™t you to take care of, I could have rolled or settled as easily as a ball; but itā€™s hard being lonely in the world, when your spiritā€™s beginning to break. And I thought my little Mirah would repent leaving her father when she came to look back. Iā€™ve had a sharp pinch to work my way; I donā€™t know what I shall come down to next. Talents like mine are no use in this country. When a manā€™s getting out

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