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"
Truce
with
thine
upbraidings
,
Rebecca
,
"
said
the
Templar
;
"
I
have
my
own
cause
of
grief
,
and
brook
not
that
thy
reproaches
should
add
to
it
.
"
"
What
is
thy
purpose
,
then
,
Sir
Knight
?
"
said
the
Jewess
;
"
speak
it
briefly
.
--
If
thou
hast
aught
to
do
,
save
to
witness
the
misery
thou
hast
caused
,
let
me
know
it
;
and
then
,
if
so
it
please
you
,
leave
me
to
myself
--
the
step
between
time
and
eternity
is
short
but
terrible
,
and
I
have
few
moments
to
prepare
for
it
.
"
"
I
perceive
,
Rebecca
,
"
said
Bois-Guilbert
,
"
that
thou
dost
continue
to
burden
me
with
the
charge
of
distresses
,
which
most
fain
would
I
have
prevented
.
"
"
Sir
Knight
,
"
said
Rebecca
,
"
I
would
avoid
reproaches
--
But
what
is
more
certain
than
that
I
owe
my
death
to
thine
unbridled
passion
?
"
"
You
err
--
you
err
,
"
--
said
the
Templar
,
hastily
,
"
if
you
impute
what
I
could
neither
foresee
nor
prevent
to
my
purpose
or
agency
.
--
Could
I
guess
the
unexpected
arrival
of
yon
dotard
,
whom
some
flashes
of
frantic
valour
,
and
the
praises
yielded
by
fools
to
the
stupid
self-torments
of
an
ascetic
,
have
raised
for
the
present
above
his
own
merits
,
above
common
sense
,
above
me
,
and
above
the
hundreds
of
our
Order
,
who
think
and
feel
as
men
free
from
such
silly
and
fantastic
prejudices
as
are
the
grounds
of
his
opinions
and
actions
?
"
"
Yet
,
"
said
Rebecca
,
"
you
sate
a
judge
upon
me
,
innocent
--
most
innocent
--
as
you
knew
me
to
be
--
you
concurred
in
my
condemnation
,
and
,
if
I
aright
understood
,
are
yourself
to
appear
in
arms
to
assert
my
guilt
,
and
assure
my
punishment
.
"
"
Thy
patience
,
maiden
,
"
replied
the
Templar
.
"
No
race
knows
so
well
as
thine
own
tribes
how
to
submit
to
the
time
,
and
so
to
trim
their
bark
as
to
make
advantage
even
of
an
adverse
wind
.
"
"
Lamented
be
the
hour
,
"
said
Rebecca
,
"
that
has
taught
such
art
to
the
House
of
Israel
!
but
adversity
bends
the
heart
as
fire
bends
the
stubborn
steel
,
and
those
who
are
no
longer
their
own
governors
,
and
the
denizens
of
their
own
free
independent
state
,
must
crouch
before
strangers
.
It
is
our
curse
,
Sir
Knight
,
deserved
,
doubtless
,
by
our
own
misdeeds
and
those
of
our
fathers
;
but
you
--
you
who
boast
your
freedom
as
your
birthright
,
how
much
deeper
is
your
disgrace
when
you
stoop
to
soothe
the
prejudices
of
others
,
and
that
against
your
own
conviction
?
"
"
Your
words
are
bitter
,
Rebecca
,
"
said
Bois-Guilbert
,
pacing
the
apartment
with
impatience
,
"
but
I
came
not
hither
to
bandy
reproaches
with
you
.
--
Know
that
Bois-Guilbert
yields
not
to
created
man
,
although
circumstances
may
for
a
time
induce
him
to
alter
his
plan
.
His
will
is
the
mountain
stream
,
which
may
indeed
be
turned
for
a
little
space
aside
by
the
rock
,
but
fails
not
to
find
its
course
to
the
ocean
.
That
scroll
which
warned
thee
to
demand
a
champion
,
from
whom
couldst
thou
think
it
came
,
if
not
from
Bois-Guilbert
?
In
whom
else
couldst
thou
have
excited
such
interest
?
"
