"I do not fear but that I shall prosper, Rebecca."
"No; you will become rich, and perhaps great--as great, that is, as we
Jews can make ourselves."
"I hope you will live to hear that the Jews are not crushed elsewhere
as they are here in Prague."
"But, Anton, you will not cease to love the old city where your fathers
and friends have lived so long?"
"I will never cease to love those, at least, whom I leave behind me.
Farewell, Rebecca;" and he attempted to draw her to him as though
he would kiss her. But she withdrew from him, very quietly, with no
mark of anger, with no ostentation of refusal. "Farewell," she said.
"Perhaps we shall see each other after many years."
Trendellsohn, as he sat beside his young wife in the post-carriage
which took them out of the city, was silent till he had come nearly to
the outskirts of the town; and then he spoke. "Nina," he said, "I am
leaving behind me, and for ever, much that I love well."
"And it is for my sake," she said. "I feel it daily, hourly. It makes
me almost wish that you had not loved me.
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