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EACH AFTER HIS OWN ORDER.
With the passing years new feelings had grown up in the heart of Luke Claridge.

Once David's destiny and career were his own peculiar and self-assumed responsibility.

"Inwardly convicted," he had wrenched the lad away from the natural circumstances of his life, and created a scheme of existence for him out of his own conscience--a pious egoist.
After David went to Egypt, however, his mind involuntarily formed the resolution that "Davy and God should work it out together." He had grown very old in appearance, and his quiet face was almost painfully white; but the eyes burned with more fire than in the past.
As the day approached when David should arrive in England, he walked by himself continuously, oblivious of the world round him.

He spoke to no one, save the wizened Elder Meacham, and to John Fairley, who rightly felt that he had a share in the making of Claridge Pasha.
With head perched in the air, and face half hidden in his great white collar, the wizened Elder, stopping Luke Claridge in the street one day, said: "Does thee think the lad will ride in Pharaoh's chariot here ?" There were sly lines of humour about the mouth of the wizened Elder as he spoke, but Luke Claridge did not see.
"Pride is far from his heart," he answered portentously.