“I would take it, if you would give it.”
“And you know that no Court in this land would receive the witness of a Jew! You know it?” she repeated fierily.
“I know it,” he answered, rather sadly.
“Yet you would take mine?”
“God would know if you spoke truth. He is the Avenger of all that have none other.”
“He has work to do, then!” replied Countess bitterly.
“He would not be too busy, if need were, to see to my little Rudolph. But I do not believe in the need: I think you true.”
“Gerhardt, you are the strangest Christian that I ever knew! Do you mean what you say?”
“I mean every word of it, Countess.”
“Then—you shall not repent it.” And she turned away.