When I look into your face I know that there is in me the heart that made true Christian martyrs----" Unorna laughed.
"Would you be a martyr ?" she asked.
"Nor for your Faith--but for the faith I once had in you, and for the love that no martyrdom could kill.

Ay--to prove that love I would die a hundred deaths--and to gain yours I would die the death eternal." "And you would have deserved it.

Have you not deserved enough already, enough of martyrdom, for tracking me to-day, following me stealthily, like a thief and a spy, to find out my ends and my doings ?" "I love you, Unorna." "And therefore you suspect me of unimaginable evil--and therefore you come out of your hiding-place and accuse me of things I have neither done nor thought of doing, building up falsehood upon lie, and lie upon falsehood in the attempt to ruin me in the eyes of one who has my friendship and who is my friend.

You are foolish to throw yourself upon my mercy, Israel Kafka." "Foolish?
Yes, and mad, too! And my madness is all you have left me--take it--it is yours! You cannot kill my love.

Deny my words, deny your deeds! Let all be false in you--it is but one pain more, and my heart is not broken yet.