And so will it be with thee, boldly as now thou speakest.

Thou hast but tasted pain!" "Better the sharpest torture than thy hated presence," calmly rejoined Marie.

"My soul thou canst not touch." "Soul! Has a Jewess a soul?
Nay, by my faith, thou talkest bravely! An thou hast, thou hadst best be mine, and so share my salvation; there's none for such as thee." "Man!" burst indignantly from the prisoner.

"Share thy salvation! Great God of Israel! that men like these have power to persecute thy children for their faith, and do it in thy name! And speak of mercy! Thou hast but given me another incentive for endurance," she continued, more calmly addressing her tormentor.

"If salvation be denied to us, and granted thee, I would refuse it with my dying breath; such faith is not of God!" "I came not hither to enter on such idle quibbles," was the rejoinder.
"It matters not to me what thou art after death, but before it mine thou shalt be.