You may well be proud of her.' The old hag chuckled to herself a while; and then suddenly turning to Raphael--'See here! I have a present for you;' and she pulled out a magnificent ring.
'Why, mother, you are always giving me presents.

It was but a month ago you sent me this poisoned dagger.' 'Why not, eh ?--why not?
Why should not Jew give to Jew?
Take the old woman's ring!' 'What a glorious opal!' 'Ah, that is an opal, indeed! And the unspeakable name upon it; just like Solomon's own.

Take it, I say! Whosoever wears that never need fear fire, steel, poison, or woman's eye.' 'Your own included, eh ?' 'Take it, I say!'and Miriam caught his hand, and forced the ring on his finger.

'There! Now you're safe.

And now call me mother again.