He trembled at every sound, at every fresh Jewish face which showed itself at the end of the street.

In this condition he passed the whole day.
He neither ate nor drank, and his eye never for a moment left the small window looking on the street.

Finally, late at night, Mardokhai and Yankel made their appearance.

Taras's heart died within him.
"What news?
have you been successful ?" he asked with the impatience of a wild horse.
But before the Jews had recovered breath to answer, Taras perceived that Mardokhai no longer had the locks, which had formerly fallen in greasy curls from under his felt cap.

It was evident that he wished to say something, but he uttered only nonsense which Taras could make nothing of.