Why didn't you tell me, Souchey ?" "Well, I thought that if I said a word to her, perhaps that would be enough.

Who could believe that she would throw herself at once into a Jew's arms--such a fellow as Anton Trendellsohn, too, old enough to be her father, and she the bonniest girl in all Prague ?" "Handsome is that handsome does, Souchey." "I say she's the sweetest girl in all Prague; and more's the pity she should have taken such a fancy as this." "She mustn't marry him, of course, Souchey." "Not if it can be helped, Lotta." "It must be helped.

You and I must help it, if no one else can do so." "That's easy said, Lotta." "We can do it, if we are minded--that is, if you are minded.

Only think what a thing it would be for her to be the wife of a Jew! Think of her soul, Souchey!" Souchey shuddered.

He did not like being told of people's souls, feeling probably that the misfortunes of this world were quite heavy enough for a poor wight like himself, without any addition in anticipation of futurity.