You don't suppose that I want to get the dirty old tumble-down houses.

God forbid! But you would not give up everything to a Jew! Oh, I hate them! I do hate them! Anything is fair against a Jew." If such was Madame Zamenoy's ordinary doctrine, it may well be understood that she would scruple at using no weapon against a Jew who was meditating so great an injury against her as this marriage with her niece.

After this little discussion old Zamenoy said no more, and Madame Zamenoy went home to the Windberg-gasse.
Trendellsohn, as he walked homewards, was lost in amazement.

He wholly disbelieved the statement that the document he desired was in Nina's hands, but he thought it possible that it might be in the house in the Kleinseite.

It was, after all, on the cards that old Balatka was deceiving him.