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"
Answer
it
to
our
lord
,
then
,
old
housefiend
,
"
said
the
man
,
and
retired
;
leaving
Rebecca
in
company
with
the
old
woman
,
upon
whose
presence
she
had
been
thus
unwillingly
forced
.
"
What
devil
's
deed
have
they
now
in
the
wind
?
"
said
the
old
hag
,
murmuring
to
herself
,
yet
from
time
to
time
casting
a
sidelong
and
malignant
glance
at
Rebecca
;
"
but
it
is
easy
to
guess
--
Bright
eyes
,
black
locks
,
and
a
skin
like
paper
,
ere
the
priest
stains
it
with
his
black
unguent
--
Ay
,
it
is
easy
to
guess
why
they
send
her
to
this
lone
turret
,
whence
a
shriek
could
no
more
be
heard
than
at
the
depth
of
five
hundred
fathoms
beneath
the
earth
.
--
Thou
wilt
have
owls
for
thy
neighbours
,
fair
one
;
and
their
screams
will
be
heard
as
far
,
and
as
much
regarded
,
as
thine
own
.
Outlandish
,
too
,
"
she
said
,
marking
the
dress
and
turban
of
Rebecca
--
"
What
country
art
thou
of
?
--
a
Saracen
?
or
an
Egyptian
?
--
Why
dost
not
answer
?
--
thou
canst
weep
,
canst
thou
not
speak
?
"
"
Be
not
angry
,
good
mother
,
"
said
Rebecca
.
"
Thou
needst
say
no
more
,
"
replied
Urfried
"
men
know
a
fox
by
the
train
,
and
a
Jewess
by
her
tongue
.
"
"
For
the
sake
of
mercy
,
"
said
Rebecca
,
"
tell
me
what
I
am
to
expect
as
the
conclusion
of
the
violence
which
hath
dragged
me
hither
!
Is
it
my
life
they
seek
,
to
atone
for
my
religion
?
I
will
lay
it
down
cheerfully
.
"
"
Thy
life
,
minion
?
"
answered
the
sibyl
;
"
what
would
taking
thy
life
pleasure
them
?
--
Trust
me
,
thy
life
is
in
no
peril
.
Such
usage
shalt
thou
have
as
was
once
thought
good
enough
for
a
noble
Saxon
maiden
.
And
shall
a
Jewess
,
like
thee
,
repine
because
she
hath
no
better
?
Look
at
me
--
I
was
as
young
and
twice
as
fair
as
thou
,
when
Front-de-Boeuf
,
father
of
this
Reginald
,
and
his
Normans
,
stormed
this
castle
.
My
father
and
his
seven
sons
defended
their
inheritance
from
story
to
story
,
from
chamber
to
chamber
--
There
was
not
a
room
,
not
a
step
of
the
stair
,
that
was
not
slippery
with
their
blood
.
They
died
--
they
died
every
man
;
and
ere
their
bodies
were
cold
,
and
ere
their
blood
was
dried
,
I
had
become
the
prey
and
the
scorn
of
the
conqueror
!
"
"
Is
there
no
help
?
--
Are
there
no
means
of
escape
?
"
said
Rebecca
--
"
Richly
,
richly
would
I
requite
thine
aid
.
"
"
Think
not
of
it
,
"
said
the
hag
;
"
from
hence
there
is
no
escape
but
through
the
gates
of
death
;
and
it
is
late
,
late
,
"
she
added
,
shaking
her
grey
head
,
"
ere
these
open
to
us
--
Yet
it
is
comfort
to
think
that
we
leave
behind
us
on
earth
those
who
shall
be
wretched
as
ourselves
.
Fare
thee
well
,
Jewess
!
--
Jew
or
Gentile
,
thy
fate
would
be
the
same
;
for
thou
hast
to
do
with
them
that
have
neither
scruple
nor
pity
.
Fare
thee
well
,
I
say
.
My
thread
is
spun
out
--
thy
task
is
yet
to
begin
.
"
"
Stay
!
stay
!
for
Heaven
's
sake
!
"
said
Rebecca
;
"
stay
,
though
it
be
to
curse
and
to
revile
me
--
thy
presence
is
yet
some
protection
.
"
"
The
presence
of
the
mother
of
God
were
no
protection
,
"
answered
the
old
woman
.
"
There
she
stands
,
"
pointing
to
a
rude
image
of
the
Virgin
Mary
,
"
see
if
she
can
avert
the
fate
that
awaits
thee
.
"
