"It shall be paid to you to-morrow; I have enough to carry without lading myself up with so much gold.

Come on, girl, to your new home, where I have a little score to settle with you," and grasping her by the left wrist he pulled her from the block and led her unresisting through the crowd and to the shadows beyond.
Already No.

7 had been summoned to the block and the auctioneer was taking up his tale, when from out of these shadows rose the sound of a dreadful yell.

Some of the audience snatched torches from their stands and ran to the spot whence it came.

There, on the marble pavement lay the Eastern dead or dying, while over him stood the Jewess, a red dagger, his own, which she had snatched from its scabbard, in her hand, and on her stately face a look of vengeful triumph.
"Seize her! Seize the murdering witch! Beat her to death with rods," they cried, and at the command of the auctioneer slaves ran up to take her.
She waited till they were near, then, without a word or a sound, lifted her strong, white arm and drove the knife deep into her own heart.