. . Very well, you will understand that from this
day you cease to be in my service."
All this time my eyes were down, but I was aware that somebody else had
come into the room. It was Miriam, and she was trying to plead for me.
"Father . . ." she began, but, turning hotly upon her, the Jew cried
passionately:
"Go away! A true daughter of Israel should know better than to speak for
such a woman."
I heard the girl going slowly down the stairs, and then the Jew,
stepping up to me and speaking more loudly than before, said:
"Woman, leave my house at once, before you corrupt the conscience of my
child."
Again I became aware that some one had come into the room. It was Mrs.
Abramovitch, and she, too, was pleading for me.
"Israel! Calm thyself! Do not give way to injustice and anger. On
Shobbos morning, too!"
"Hannah," said the Jew, "thou speakest with thy mouth, not thy heart.
The Christian doth not deny that she hath given thee a false name, and
is the adulterous mother of a misbegotten child.
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