Woe! Woe! If thy father had married a pious woman, she would have been living still and thou wouldst have been able to live happily in our midst instead of being exiled among strangers, who feed thy body and starve thy soul.

If thy father had left me in Poland, I should have died happy and my old eyes would never have seen the sorrow.

Unbutton thy waistcoat, let me see if thou wearest the 'four-corners' at least." Of this harangue, poured forth at the rate natural to thoughts running ever in the same groove, Benjamin understood but a word here and there.

For four years he had read and read and read English books, absorbed himself in English composition, heard nothing but English spoken about him.

Nay, he had even deliberately put the jargon out of his mind at the commencement as something degrading and humiliating.