I--" Isaac wheeled suddenly and drew himself up.

His little mouse eyes were snapping, and his face fiery red.
"You will not take them! Why ?" "I don't know--I can't!" "I know!" he cried angrily, but with a certain dignity.

"It is because I am a Jew.

Not because I am a tailor--you have too much sense for that--but because I am a Jew!" "Oh, Mr.Cohen!" "Yes--I know--I see inside of you.

I read you just as if you were a page in a book.