If I was only a tailor I might be forgiven; if I was just a Jew I might be forgiven; but when I am both a tailor and a Jew"-- here the irrepressible went to pieces in a merry laugh--"don't you see how impossible it is?
And you--you, Mr.Breen! She would never forgive you.

'My friend, Mr.Cohen,' you would have to say, and she could do nothing.

She must answer that she is most glad to see me--or she might NOT answer, which would be worse.

And it is not her fault.

You can't break down the barriers of centuries in a day.
No--no--I will not compromise you in that way.