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"My damsel did not vex me, as soon as I saw that she did not know." "And wouldst thou not like better to be a Christian than a Jew?" demanded Margaret, who could not imagine the possibility of any feeling on Belasez's part regarding her nationality except those of regret and humiliation. But the answer, though it came in a single syllable, was unmistakable.
"We shall know that one day, when we wake up to see His Face." "Amen," said Belasez. "`When we awake up after Thy likeness, saith David the Prophet, `we shall be satisfied with it." "`Satisfied! echoed Bruno. Art thou satisfied, my daughter?" The answering "No!" appeared to come from the depths of Belasez's heart. "Shall I tell thee wherefore?
"If my Lady will pardon me," said poor Belasez, driven into a corner, "I did not like it." "What kind was it?" "Levina said it was Suffolk cheese." Belasez's conscience rather smote her in giving this answer. "Ah!" responded the unconscious Countess, "it is often hard, and everybody does not like it, I know." Belasez was silent beyond a slight reverence to show that she heard the observation.
I would not give a farthing for a Jew's soul in the market." Belasez's eyes were like stars. "Brother," said Father Bruno, so gravely that it was almost sadly, "our Master was not of your way of thinking. He bade His apostles to begin at Jerusalem when they preached the good tidings of His kingdom. Have we done it?" Master Aristoteles' "Ah!" might mean anything, as the hearer chose to take it.
"Not now, damsel, I thank you. We have come but a short stage this morning." "Art thou fond of broidery?" "I love everything beautiful." "And nothing that is not beautiful?" "I did not say that, damsel." Belasez's smile showed a perfect row of snow-white teeth. "Am I fair enough to love?" asked Margaret laughingly.
He left poor Belasez in grief and terror. Some misery, of what sort she could not even guess, was impending over her poor friend Margaret. How was it possible to warn her? and of what was she to be warned? A few minutes were spent in reflection, and then Belasez's work was hastily folded, and she went in search of her father. Abraham listened with a perplexed and annoyed face.
Tears were dimming Belasez's eyes. Bruno turned to Abraham. "Now, my father, I have done thy will. But suffer me to say that it is no slight perplexity to me, why thou hast thought it meet that this sorrowful story should be told to the child of her that did the wrong."
Belasez's pleading looks, and Margaret's bright, pretty face, persisted in recurring to his memory in a very provoking manner. Sir Piers was evidently the man who would help him to forget them. "Well! go on," said the Minister, when Delecresse hesitated.
It made mine boil to behold it." "Forbid it, God of our fathers!" fervently ejaculated Abraham. "Licorice, dost thou think the child has ever guessed " "Hush, husband, lest she should chance to awake. Guessed! No, and she never shall." Belasez's ears, it is unnecessary to say, were strained to catch every sound. What was she not to guess? "Art thou sure that Genta knows nothing?"
"Just what might have been expected of thee, my paragon of wisdom! Well, never mind. I'll tell her she was her aunt. That will do as well." When the daily cleaning, dusting, cooking, and baking were duly completed, Licorice made Belasez's heart flutter by a command to attend her in the little porch-chamber.
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