"They told me so--I can almost believe it." "No--I am not mad yet," answered the younger man, facing him fearlessly.
"You need not come between me and her.

She can protect herself.

You would know that if you knew what I saw her do with you, first when I came here." "What did she do ?" The Wanderer turned quickly as he stood, and looked at Unorna.
"Do not listen to his ravings," she said.

The words seemed weak and poorly chosen, and there was a strange look in her face as though she were either afraid or desperate, or both.
"She loves you," said Israel Kafka calmly.

"And you do not know it.