She has chosen for herself, and her resting-place is to be here." Trendellsohn, as he spoke, put his hand upon his breast, within the fold of his waistcoat; but Ziska hardly understood that his doing so had any special meaning.

Ziska supposed that the "here" of which the Jew spoke was the old house in which they were at that moment talking to each other.
"I am sure we have meant to be kind to her," said Ziska.
"You see the effect of your kindness.

I tell you this only in answer to what you said as to the young woman whom you saw at the door.

Have you aught else to say to me?
I utterly decline that small matter of traffic which you have proposed to me." "It was not traffic exactly." "Very well.

What else is there that I can do for you ?" "I hardly know how to go on, as you are so--so hard in all that you say." "You will not be able to soften me, I fear." "About the houses--though you say that I am trafficking, I really wish to be honest with you." "Say what you have to say, then, and be honest." "I have never seen but one document which conveys the ownership of those houses." "Let my father, then, have that one document." "It is in Balatka's house." "That can hardly be possible," said Trendellsohn.
"As I am a Christian gentleman," said Ziska, "I believe it to be in that house." "As I am a Jew, sir, fearing God," said the other, "I do not believe it.