Nahoum Pasha can save him, if he can be saved.

And I am going to Egypt--to Nahoum." Faith's face blanched.

Something of the stark truth swept into her brain.

She herself had suffered--her own life had been maimed, it had had its secret bitterness.

Her love for her sister's son was that of a mother, sister, friend combined, and he was all she had in life.