Israel Kafka still knelt beside her, motionless and hardly breathing, like a dangerous wild animal startled by an unexpected enemy, and momentarily paralysed in the very act of springing, whether backward in flight, or forward in the teeth of the foe, it is not possible to guess.
"I have been mistaken," Unorna continued at last.

"Forgive--forget--" Israel Kafka rose to his feet and drew back a step from her side.
All his movements were smooth and graceful.

The perfect man is most beautiful in motion, the perfect woman in repose.
"How easy it is for you!" exclaimed the Moravian.

"How easy! How simple! You call me, and I come.

You let your eyes rest on me, and I kneel before you.