If she had married into a foreign country, she should abide by the ways of it.

Sara was heartbroken.

Her health had long been poor, and now it failed her utterly.

In less than a month she died.
On her deathbed she committed her boy to the care of her brothers, and implored them not to send him back to Morocco.
For years thereafter Israel's life in London was a stern one.

If he had no longer to submit to the open contempt of the Moors, the kicks and insults of the streets, he had to learn how bitter is the bread that one is forced to eat at another's table.