Lia looked at Jacob, and her eyes filled with tears.
"But I desire nothing," said she.
"I bring you money," replied Jacob.
"I will not have it. I refuse this charity. I can work for my baby and myself."
"Your work will kill the poor little one who is dying for want of nourishment."
"Why should he live with my shame graven on his brow? He is my consolation, my only joy, but how much better would it have been for him never to have been born!"
"Do not despair; have confidence in divine goodness. You have been deceived by a wicked man."
"Wicked! Ah, yes, very wicked! I, who believed his words; I, who loved him so--perhaps he has sent you?"
"No."
"Swear it!" cried Lia.