There was that in Nina's air and manner, as she spoke of her own iniquity, which made the elder woman feel for the moment that she was helpless to prevent the evil with which she was threatened.
"Anton Trendellsohn--a Jew," she said, at last.
"Yes, aunt; Anton Trendellsohn, the Jew.

I am engaged to him as his wife." There was a something of doubtful futurity in the word engaged, which gave a slight feeling of relief to Madame Zamenoy, and taught her to entertain a hope that there might be yet room for escape.

"Marry a Jew, Nina," she said; "it cannot be possible!" "It is possible, aunt.

Other Jews in Prague have married Christians." "Yes, I know it.

There have been outcasts among us low enough so to degrade themselves--low women who were called Christians.