The two hundred gulden were nowhere to be found.

Tears rained down both Chayah's cheeks, on the one side for the loss of her father, on the other for the prospective loss of a husband.

The Rabbi was full of tender sympathy.

He bade Bear come to the dead man's chamber.

The venerable white-bearded corpse lay on the bed, swathed in shroud, and _Talith_ or praying-shawl.
"Bear," he said, "thou knowest that I saved thy life." "Nay," said Bear, "indeed, I know not that." "Yea, of a surety," said the Rabbi.