"Think of her soul, Souchey," repeated Lotta, who was at all points a good churchwoman.
"It's bad enough any way," said Souchey.
"And there's our Ziska would take her to-morrow in spite of the Jew." "Would he now ?" "That he would, without anything but what she stands up in.

And he'd behave very handsome to anyone that would help him." "He'd be the first of his name that ever did, then.

I have known the time when old Balatka there, poor as he is now, would give a florin when Karil Zamenoy begrudged six kreutzers." "And what has come of such giving?
Josef Balatka is poor, and Karil Zamenoy bids fair to be as rich as any merchant in Prague.

But no matter about that.

Will you give a helping hand?
There is nothing I wouldn't do for you, Souchey, if we could manage this between us." "Would you now ?" And Souchey drew near, as though some closer bargain might be practicable between them.
"I would indeed; but, Souchey, talking won't do it." "What will do it ?" Lotta paused a moment, looking round the room carefully, till suddenly her eyes fell on a certain article which lay on Nina's work-table.
"What am I to do ?" said Souchey, anxious to be at work with the prospect of so great a reward.
"Never mind," said Lotta, whose tone of voice was suddenly changed.
"Never mind it now at least.