Yankel himself put his hand very often to his mouth as though suffering from a cold.
"Oh, dearest lord!" said Yankel: "it is quite impossible now! by heaven, impossible! Such vile people that they deserve to be spit upon! Mardokhai here says the same.

Mardokhai has done what no man in the world ever did, but God did not will that it should be so.

Three thousand soldiers are in garrison here, and to-morrow the prisoners are all to be executed." Taras looked the Jew straight in the face, but no longer with impatience or anger.
"But if my lord wishes to see his son, then it must be early to-morrow morning, before the sun has risen.

The sentinels have consented, and one gaoler has promised.

But may he have no happiness in the world, woe is me! What greedy people! There are none such among us: I gave fifty ducats to each sentinel and to the gaoler." "Good.