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"
I
leave
it
,
lady
,
ere
this
moon
again
changes
.
My
father
had
a
brother
high
in
favour
with
Mohammed
Boabdil
,
King
of
Grenada
--
thither
we
go
,
secure
of
peace
and
protection
,
for
the
payment
of
such
ransom
as
the
Moslem
exact
from
our
people
.
"
"
And
are
you
not
then
as
well
protected
in
England
?
"
said
Rowena
.
"
My
husband
has
favour
with
the
King
--
the
King
himself
is
just
and
generous
.
"
"
Lady
,
"
said
Rebecca
,
"
I
doubt
it
not
--
but
the
people
of
England
are
a
fierce
race
,
quarrelling
ever
with
their
neighbours
or
among
themselves
,
and
ready
to
plunge
the
sword
into
the
bowels
of
each
other
.
Such
is
no
safe
abode
for
the
children
of
my
people
.
Ephraim
is
an
heartless
dove
--
Issachar
an
over-laboured
drudge
,
which
stoops
between
two
burdens
.
Not
in
a
land
of
war
and
blood
,
surrounded
by
hostile
neighbours
,
and
distracted
by
internal
factions
,
can
Israel
hope
to
rest
during
her
wanderings
.
"
"
But
you
,
maiden
,
"
said
Rowena
--
"
you
surely
can
have
nothing
to
fear
.
She
who
nursed
the
sick-bed
of
Ivanhoe
,
"
she
continued
,
rising
with
enthusiasm
--
"
she
can
have
nothing
to
fear
in
England
,
where
Saxon
and
Norman
will
contend
who
shall
most
do
her
honour
.
"
"
Thy
speech
is
fair
,
lady
,
"
said
Rebecca
,
"
and
thy
purpose
fairer
;
but
it
may
not
be
--
there
is
a
gulf
betwixt
us
.
Our
breeding
,
our
faith
,
alike
forbid
either
to
pass
over
it
.
Farewell
--
yet
,
ere
I
go
indulge
me
one
request
.
The
bridal-veil
hangs
over
thy
face
;
deign
to
raise
it
,
and
let
me
see
the
features
of
which
fame
speaks
so
highly
.
"
"
They
are
scarce
worthy
of
being
looked
upon
,
"
said
Rowena
;
"
but
,
expecting
the
same
from
my
visitant
,
I
remove
the
veil
.
"
She
took
it
off
accordingly
;
and
,
partly
from
the
consciousness
of
beauty
,
partly
from
bashfulness
,
she
blushed
so
intensely
,
that
cheek
,
brow
,
neck
,
and
bosom
,
were
suffused
with
crimson
.
Rebecca
blushed
also
,
but
it
was
a
momentary
feeling
;
and
,
mastered
by
higher
emotions
,
past
slowly
from
her
features
like
the
crimson
cloud
,
which
changes
colour
when
the
sun
sinks
beneath
the
horizon
.
"
Lady
,
"
she
said
,
"
the
countenance
you
have
deigned
to
show
me
will
long
dwell
in
my
remembrance
.
There
reigns
in
it
gentleness
and
goodness
;
and
if
a
tinge
of
the
world
's
pride
or
vanities
may
mix
with
an
expression
so
lovely
,
how
should
we
chide
that
which
is
of
earth
for
bearing
some
colour
of
its
original
?
Long
,
long
will
I
remember
your
features
,
and
bless
God
that
I
leave
my
noble
deliverer
united
with
--
"
She
stopped
short
--
her
eyes
filled
with
tears
.
