Oh no, no, no! He was not, of all men, the most sorely tried.

Worse to be a slave, torn from the arms he loves! Worse to be a father whose children join with his enemies to curse him! He had been wrong.

What was wealth, that it was so noble a sacrifice to part with it?
Money was to give and to take, to buy and to sell, and that was all.

But love was for no market, and he who lost it lost everything.

And love was his, and would be his always, for he loved Naomi, and she clung to him as the hyssop clings to the wall.