To be
told by her lover that she was his own treasure, was sufficient to
banish for the time all her miseries and all her fears.
"You are my treasure. I want you to remember that, and to believe it,"
said the Jew.
"I will believe it," said Nina, trembling with anxious eagerness. Could
it be possible that she would ever forget it?
"And now I will ask my questions. Where are those title-deeds?"
"Where are they?" said she, repeating his question.
"Yes; where are they?"
"Why do you ask me? And why do you look like that?"
"I want you to tell me where they are, to the best of your knowledge."
"Uncle Karil has them--or else Ziska."
"You are sure of that?"
"How can I be sure? I am not sure at all. But Ziska said something
which made me feel sure of it, as I told you before. And I have
supposed always that they must be in the Ross Markt. Where else can
they be?"
"Your aunt says that you have got them."
"That I have got them?"
"Yes, you. That is what she intends me to understand." The Jew had
stopped at one of the corners, close under the little lamp, and looked
intently into Nina's face as he spoke to her.
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