Only his strong face twitched at each fresh insult and his head was held higher.

Only this, and one other sign of suffering in that secret place of his withering heart, which God's eye alone could see.
Thus far he had done no more to Moor and Jew than exact that tenth part of their substance which the faiths of both required that they should pay.

But now his work went further.

A little group of old Jews, all held in honour among their people--Abraham Ohana, nicknamed Pigman, son of a former rabbi; Judah ben Lolo, an elder of his synagogue; and Reuben Maliki, keeper of the poor-box--were seized and cast into the Kasbah for gross and base usury.
At this the Jewish quarter was thrown into wild hubbub.

The hand that was on their people was a daring and terrible one.