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Rh "Nay, nay," wise Abram says, and smiles, though now he hides dismay; "But time is gold: let pass the chest—on gold the dues I pay!"

But he who read the subtle smile detects the secret fear: "Detain the chest! nor cloth nor gold, but precious silk is here!"

Grave Father Abram stands like one who knoweth well the sword When tyros baffle thrust and guard; slow comes the heedful word: "I seek no lawless gain—behold! my trains are on their way, Else would these bands my servants break, and show the simple goods I take, That silk ye call; but, for time's sake, on silk the dues I pay!"

"He pays too much!" the watcher cries; "this man is full of guile;