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Portrait of Benjamin Disraeli Benjamin Disraeli Tancred — Chapter LVIII. Three Letters of Cabala (1847)

Entirely has the God of our fathers guarded over us. Henceforth, my Fakredeen, you have only to wish: we are the same.' And Besso sank down almost insensible; then he made a vain effort to rise again, murmuring 'Eva!'
'She will soon be here,' said Fakredeen; 'she only rests awhile after many hardships.'
'Will the noble Emir refresh himself after his long journey?' said Hillel.
'My heart is too elate for the body to need relief,' said the Emir.
'That may be very true,' said Hillel.
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Portrait of Benjamin Disraeli Benjamin Disraeli Tancred — Chapter LVIII. Three Letters of Cabala (1847)

Hillel Besso, covered with sweat and dust, was among those who thus early arrived. He hastened at a rapid pace through the suburb of the city, scattering random phrases to those who inquired after intelligence as he passed, until he reached the courtyard of his own house.
' 'Tis well,' he observed, as he closed the gate. 'A battle is a fine thing, but, for my part, I am not sorry to find myself at home.'
'What is that?' inquired Adam Besso, as a noise reached his ear.
' 'Tis the letter of the first Cabala,' replied Issachar, the son of Selim.
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Portrait of Benjamin Disraeli Benjamin Disraeli Tancred — Chapter LVIII. Three Letters of Cabala (1847)

A courier had arrived at Aleppo from Hillel, apprising Adam Besso that the Queen of the Ansarey had not only refused to give up the prisoners, but even declared that Eva had been already released; but Hillel concluded that this was merely trifling. This parleying had taken place on the border; the troops were about to force the passes on the following day.
About an hour before sunset, on the very same day that Issachar, the son of Selim, had taken more than one Cabala, some horsemen, in disorder, were observed from the walls by the inhabitants of Aleppo, galloping over the plain.
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