With
this--or, if need be, without it--he and his Christian wife would go
forth and see if the world was not wide enough to find them a spot on
which they might live without the contempt of those around them.
Though Nina had quenched her lamp and had gone to bed, it was not late
when Trendellsohn reached his home, and he knew that he should find his
father waiting for him. But his father was not alone. Rebecca Loth was
sitting with the old man, and they had just supped together when Anton
entered the room. Ruth Jacobi was also there, waiting till her friend
should go, before she also went to her bed.
"How are you, Anton?" said Rebecca, giving her hand to the man she
loved. "It is strange to see you in these days."
"The strangeness, Rebecca, comes from no fault of my own. Few men, I
fancy, are more constant to their homes than I am."
"You sleep here and eat here, I daresay."
"My business lies mostly out, about the town."
"Have you been about business now, uncle Anton?" said Ruth.
"Do not ask forward questions, Ruth," said the uncle.
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