In the actual reckoning of life there was no such name as pity.

Thus did Israel justify himself in all his dealings, whatever their severity and the rigour wherewith they wrought.
And the people felt the strong hand that was on them, and they cursed it.
"Ya Allah! Allah!" the Moors would cry.

"Who is this Jew--this son of the English--that he should be made our master ?" They muttered at him in the streets, they scowled upon him, and at length they insulted him openly.

Since his return from England he had resumed the dress of his race in his country--the long dark gabardine or kaftan, with a scarf for girdle, the black slippers, and the black skull-cap.

And, going one day by the Grand Mosque, a group of the beggars; who lay always by the gate, called on him to uncover his feet.
"Jew! Dog!" they cried, "there is no god but God! Curses on your relations! Off with your slippers!" He paid no heed to their commands, but made straight onward.