I can't bear to have him about me.

The sight of him turns me against myself, and all of you.' 'Pooh!' said the Jew, scornfully.

'You're drunk.' 'Am I ?' cried the girl bitterly.

'It's no fault of yours, if I am not! You'd never have me anything else, if you had your will, except now;--the humour doesn't suit you, doesn't it ?' 'No!' rejoined the Jew, furiously.

'It does not.' 'Change it, then!' responded the girl, with a laugh.
'Change it!' exclaimed the Jew, exasperated beyond all bounds by his companion's unexpected obstinacy, and the vexation of the night, 'I _will_ change it! Listen to me, you drab.