"I would have nothing more to say to her," said the mother to her son.
"Nor I either," said Lotta, who was present. "She has demeaned herself
far too much to be a fit wife for Ziska."
"Hold your tongue, Lotta; what business have you to speak about such a
matter?" said the young man.
"All the same, Ziska, if I were you, I would give her up," said the
mother.
"If you were me, mother, you would not give her up. If every man is to
give up the girl he likes because somebody else interferes with him,
how is anybody to get married at all? It's the way with them all."
"But a Jew, Ziska!"
"So much the more reason for taking her away from him." Then Ziska went
forth on a certain errand, the expediency of which he had discussed
with his mother.
"I never thought he'd be so firm about it, ma'am," said Lotta to her
mistress.
"If we could get Trendellsohn to turn her off, he would not think much
of her afterwards," said the mother. "He wouldn't care to take the
Jew's leavings."
"But he seems to be so obstinate," said Lotta.
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