“How sly; he would set all Jewry to Christian time and faith at the same instant!”
“I love his way, mother; it is so good; more I do not know.”
“The old knave!”
“Oh! mother, he is old, but no knave. Ought we not to be reverent to the hoary head in the way of righteousness?”
“Yet an old man may poison women and children. I told thee the story of Agag once, daughter.”
“Yes.”
“I mean now to tell thee if this man be not a Jew, let him be like Agag, hewn to pieces. Flee him as a leper.”
“He don’t talk so. He says all mankind are brothers. Only to-day, he cried, to the men in the beginning of the fight, ‘save your families as best you may,’ kill the wounded Moslem with kindness!” The rapid converse of the two women was interrupted by the impatient cry of the boys for wraps and lint. As they started away, Miriamne darted after them, saying: “I’ll go and help those caring for the wounded.”
“Wayward,” called after her the mother, “remember my commands. Keep away from the old Perverter, and minister to suffering Israelites, only. God can spare the rest! Let them die.”