"Ah, there you must excuse me," Ziska had answered; "though, indeed, I could not tell you if I would.

But we have nothing to do with the matter.

We have no claim upon the houses.

It is between you and the Balatkas." Then the Jew had left the Zamenoys' office, and had gone home, fully believing that the deed was in Nina's hands.
"Yes, it is so--she is deceiving you," he said to his son that evening.
"No father.

I think not." "Very well.