"Don't mind them, Nathan darling," she repeated mechanically, conscious of nothing but the tremor of happiness in her voice.
"I should give it to them!" he responded, gathering her still closer to him. "I should show them how to touch my Goldy, my pearl, my birdie!"
They dived into the denser gloom of a side-street.
A gentle breeze ran past and ahead of them, proclaiming the bride and the bridegroom. An old tree whispered overhead its tender felicitations.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] Psalms.
[2] Food not prepared according to the laws of Moses; impure.
[3] The opposite of treif.
[4] A genius.