"That is Nina Balatka." And then there was an answer which she did not hear, but which she was sure referred to the Jew.

The girls looked at her with angry eyes, and she longed to stop and explain to them that she was no longer betrothed to the Jew.

Then, perhaps, they would be gentle with her, and she might yet hear a kind word spoken to her before she went.
But she did not speak to them.

No; she would never speak to man or woman again.

What was the use of speaking now?
No sympathy that she could receive would go deep enough to give relief to such wounds as hers.
As she dropped her piece of money into the plate her eyes met those of the friar, and she recognised at once a man whom she had known years ago, at the same spot and engaged in the same work.