They talked marvellously alike, so as to startle Count Kollin: and supposing he was not Alvan, it would be a bitter disappointment.

The supposition that he was, threatened her with instant and life-long bondage.
Then again, could that face be the face of a Jew?
She feasted.

It was a noble profile, an ivory skin, most lustrous eyes.

Perchance a Jew of the Spanish branch of the exodus, not the Polish.

There is the noble Jew as well as the bestial Gentile.