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Updated: June 7, 2025
But Sophie Zamenoy was alive and strong, and could still hate a Jew as intensely as Jews ever were hated in those earlier days in which hatred could satisfy itself with persecution. In her time but little power was left to Madame Zamenoy to persecute the Trendellsohns other than that which nature had given to her in the bitterness of her tongue.
Ziska groaned audibly. "Ziska isn't well this morning," said Madame Zamenoy, "and I do not wish to have him disturbed." "Then perhaps you'll come into the front parlour, aunt." "What can there be that you cannot say before Ziska?" "There is something, aunt," said Nina.
She was a stout woman, probably not more than forty-five years of age, but a little heavy, perhaps from too much indulgence with her carriage. She walked slowly, therefore; and Lotta, who was nimble of foot and quick in all her ways, thanked her stars that it did not suit her mistress to walk often through the city. "How very long the bridge is, Lotta!" said Madame Zamenoy.
"Anything that I can do, I shall be very happy," said Karil Zamenoy, who had risen from his chair to prevent the necessity of having to ask the Jew to sit down. "Herr Zamenoy," began the Jew, "you are, I think, aware that my father has purchased from your friend and brother-in-law, Josef Balatka, certain houses in the Kleinseite, in one of which the old man still lives."
"This purchase was made by contract, and the price was paid in full before the houses were put into our hands." "They are not in your hands now, as far as I know." "Not the one, certainly, in which Balatka lives. Motives of friendship " "Friendship!" said Madame Zamenoy, with a sneer. "And now motives of love," continued Anton, "have induced us to leave the use of that house with Josef Balatka."
Then Ruth went off to her bed, wondering at Nina's choice, and declaring to herself, that if ever she took in hand a lover at all, he should be a lover very different from her uncle, Anton Trendellsohn. The more Madame Zamenoy thought of the terrible tidings which had reached her, the more determined did she become to prevent the degradation of the connection with which she was threatened.
Karil Zamenoy has the papers, which are in truth mine or my father's which should be here in my iron box." And Trendellsohn, as he spoke, put his hand forcibly on the seat beside him, as though the iron box to which he alluded were within his reach. "I know they are yours," said Nina. "Yes; and without them, should your father die, I could not claim my property.
There was, however, that Madame Zamenoy, her aunt her aunt with the bitter tongue; and there was Ziska Zamenoy, her cousin her rich and handsome cousin, who would so soon declare himself willing to become more than cousin, if Nina would but give him one nod of encouragement, or half a smile of welcome. But Nina hated her Christian lover, cousin though he was, as warmly as she loved the Jew.
Then the father had confessed his receipt of the bank-notes from Ziska, and we already know to what result that confession had led. Till she had delivered her packet into the hands of Lotta Luxa, she maintained her spirits by the excitement of the thing she was doing. Though she should die in the streets of hunger, she would take no money from Ziska Zamenoy.
In the Ross Markt was the house of business of Karil Zamenoy, and there, as Nina well knew, were kept the documents which she was so anxious to obtain. But the demand at this moment was made simply with the object of vexing Ziska, and urging him on to further anger. "Unless you will give up Anton Trendellsohn, you had better not come to the Ross Markt." "I will never give him up." "We will see.
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