"The air is full of gold and heavy.
I cannot breathe it." "Whither ?" asked the woman.
"Thou knowest," he answered.

And suddenly the faint radiance that was always about him grew brighter, and spread out arms behind him, to the right and left, in the figure of a cross.
They walked together, side by side, quickly and often glancing behind them as though to see whether they were followed.

And yet it seemed as though it was not they who moved, but the city about them which changed.
The throng of busy Jews grew shadowy and disappeared, their shrill voices were lost in the distance.

There were other people in the street, of other features and in different garbs, of prouder bearing and hot, restless manner, broad-shouldered, erect, manly, with spur on heel and sword at side.

The outline of the old synagogue melted into the murky air and changed its shape, and stood out again in other and ever-changing forms.