No, no, Rafael, my boy; my dearest boy—she's gone, she took money, she deserted you!
You are lying!
[People collect, looking over the canal wall.
Sachel.
She said—she said she hated our race—she hated you—she hated all of us; she was going away, out of the Ghetto, away, off there, there—[He points away from the canal. The excitement at the canal wall increases. Rafael starts as if towards the wall.] Not there, not there, Rafael, my boy, my boy!
Rafael.
What's the matter down there? [Two men bring Rosa up the steps; the crowd obscures her from Rafael.] Who is that? My God! Is it a woman?
A Man.
Yes.