When I think Ah no, I must think no more, I must think no more." Israel had little heart for such visions, so he turned to the casket of the jewels where it stood by the wall.

With trembling hands he took it and opened it, and here within were necklaces and bracelets, and rings and earrings, glistening of gold and rubies under their covering of dust.

He lifted them one by one over his wrinkled fingers, and looked at them while his eyes grew wet.
"Not for myself," he murmured, "not for myself would I have sold them, not for bread to eat or water to drink; no, not for a wilderness of worlds!" All this time he had given little thought to Naomi, where she stood by his side, but in her darkness and silence she touched the silks and looked serious, and the slippers and looked perplexed, and now at the jingling of the jewels she stretched out her hand and took one of them from her father's fingers, and feeling it, and finding it to be a necklace, she clasped it about her neck and laughed.
At the sound of her laughter Israel shook like a reed.

It brought back the memory of the day when she danced to her mother's death, decked in that same necklace and those same ornaments.

More on this head Israel could not think and hold to his purpose, so he took the jewels from Naomi's neck and returned them to the casket, and hastened away with it to a man to whom he designed to sell it.
This was no other than Reuben Maliki, keeper of the poor box of the Jews; for as well as a usurer he was a silversmith, and kept his shop in the Sok el Foki.