“God shall reward thee. How can I thank thee for giving thy consent?”
“What else have I to give thee, my Herzel, I, who eat the bread of strangers? Truly says the proverb: ‘When one begs of a beggar, the Herr God laughs!’”
“I will send thee the Gett as soon as possible.”
“Thou art right, I am a thorn in thine eye. Pluck me out quickly.”
“Thou wilt not refuse the Gett when it comes?” he replied, apprehensively.
“Is it not a wife’s duty to submit? Nay, have no fear. Thou shalt have no difficulty in serving the Gett upon me. I will not throw it in the messenger’s face. And thou wilt marry her?”
“Assuredly. People will no longer talk. And she must bide with me. It is my one desire.”
“It is mine likewise. Thou must atone and save thy soul.”