"You are a stranger in the city and in this country, and I am rich.

I shall easily prove that you love Unorna, and that you wish to get rid of me out of jealousy." "That is true," said the Wanderer, thoughtfully.

"I will go." "Go quickly, then," said Israel Kafka, "for I shall follow soon." As the Wanderer left the room he saw the Moravian turn toward the place where the keen, splendid Eastern weapons hung upon the wall..