No,
Abiram; could I wash my hands of things done by your advice, as easily
as I can of the things done by the whisperings of the devil, my sleep
would be quieter at night, and none who bear my name need blush to
hear it mentioned. Peace, Asa, and you too, man; enough has been said.
Let us all think well before any thing is added, that may make what is
already so bad still more bitter."
Ishmael waved his hand with authority, as he ended, and turned away
with the air of one who felt assured, that those he had addressed
would not have the temerity to dispute his commands. Asa evidently
struggled with himself to compel the required obedience, but his heavy
nature quietly sunk into its ordinary repose, and he soon appeared
again the being he really was; dangerous, only, at moments, and one
whose passions were too sluggish to be long maintained at the point of
ferocity. Not so with Abiram. While there was an appearance of a
personal conflict, between him and his colossal nephew, his mien had
expressed the infallible evidences of engrossing apprehension, but
now, that the authority as well as gigantic strength of the father
were interposed between him and his assailant, his countenance changed
from paleness to a livid hue, that bespoke how deeply the injury he
had received rankled in his breast.
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