Sara was a nervous and sensitive little woman, hungering for communion and for sympathy.

She got little of either from her husband, and grew to be as silent as he.

With the people of the country of her adoption, whether Jews or Moors, she made no headway.

She never even learnt their language.
Two years passed, and then a child was born to her.

This was Israel, and for many a year thereafter he was all the world to the lonely woman.