She must tell him, and then there would be an end of everything.

Would it be possible for her to live without her love?
On the following morning it occurred to her that she might perhaps be able to induce her father to speak of the houses, and of those horrid documents of which she had heard so much, without disobeying any of Trendellsohn's behests.

There could, she thought, be no harm in her asking her father some question as to the ownership of the houses, and as to the Jew's right to the property.

Her father had very often declared in her presence that old Trendellsohn could turn him into the street at any moment.

There had been no secrets between her and her father as to their poverty, and there could be no reason why her tongue should now be silenced, so long as she refrained from any positive disobedience to her lover's commands.