The devil is in it, if you hav'nt heard of the Swabian armorer." "The Swabian--the Swabian--is he my father ?" "Your own father.

How long ago is it?
Thirteen years, for I was then sixteen.

That was the last time I saw him, and yet I recognized him at the first glance.

True, I shall never forget the hour, when the dumb woman drew the arrow from the Jew's breast.

The scene I witnessed that day in the forest still rises before my eyes, as if it were happening now." "He lives, they did not kill him!" exclaimed the Eletto, now first beginning to rejoice over the surprising news.