Enter Mordecai, with a piece of lace, by way of the bridge. He goes into the shop.
I thought we had done with trade in this street. There goes an old sheep to pawn his fleece. I say—bah!
Daniel.
So will the old sheep say "Bah!" when Sachel has shorn him. See the old man feeling it over—they say he can tell brass from gold by the touch of his talons.
Samson.
It is well the old man is blind; if he saw the look of disgust on the girl's face—ay, she'd like to rush out in the air!
If she hates trade so, why does she stay in the Ghetto?
Samson.
She has nowhere else to go—she doesn't appear to want to get away. Are they cursing each other over a copper? See the curl of her lip! Look! look!