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   1. Page scan source: https://books.google.com/books?id=emlLN6DE1I
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   2. This book was also published as "Aaron the Jew. A Novel," in
      London by Hutchinson & Co. in 1895.





A Fair Jewess



BY
B. L. FARJEON,

_Author of "The Last Tenant" Etc_.




NEW YORK:
THE F. M. LUPTON PUBLISHING COMPANY.






Copyright, 1894, by
THE CASSELL PUBLISHING CO.

_All rights reserved_.






CONTENTS.

CHAPTER
I.         The Poor Doctor
II.        Dr. Spenlove's Visitor
III.       Dr. Spenlove Undertakes a Delicate Mission
IV.        "One More Unfortunate"
V.         "Come! We Will End It"
VI.        The Friend in Need
VII.       The Result of Dr. Spenlove's Mission
VIII.      What was Put in the Iron Box
IX.        Mr. Moss Plays his Part
X.         The Vision in the Churchyard
XI.        Mr. Whimpole Introduces Himself
XII.       The Course of the Seasons
XIII.      Aaron Cohen Preaches a Sermon on Large Noses
XIV.       A Proclamation of War
XV.        The Battle is Fought and Won
XVI.       Joy and Sorrow
XVII.      Divine Consolation
XVIII.     In the New House
XIX.       The Doctor Speaks Plainly to Aaron Cohen
XX.        A Momentous Night
XXI.       The Temptation
XXII.      The Living and the Dead
XXIII.     Plucked from the Jaws of Death
XXIV.      The Curtain Falls
XXV.       After Many Years
XXVI.      The Foundation of Aaron's Fortune
XXVII.     The Farewell
XXVIII.    Revisits Gosport
XXIX.      What Shall be Done to the Man whom the
              King Delighteth to Honor?
XXX.       The Honorable Percy Storndale
XXXI.      The Spirit of the Dead Past
XXXII.     Before All, Duty
XXXIII.    A Cheerful Doctor
XXXIV.     Ruth's Secret
XXXV.      The Honorable Percy Storndale Makes an
              Appeal
XXXVI.     A Duty Performed
XXXVII.    The Mother's Appeal
XXXVIII.   A Mother's Joy
XXXIX.     A Panic in the City
XL.        "Can you Forgive me?"
XLI.       A Poisoned Arrow
XLII.      Retribution






A FAIR JEWESS.




CHAPTER I.
THE POOR DOCTOR.


On a bright, snowy night in December, some years ago, Dr. Spenlove,
having been employed all the afternoon and evening in paying farewell
visits to his patients, walked briskly toward 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