But there was nothing poor about it in the larger sense.

Israel was a rich man now, and he set no value on his riches except to subdue the fate that had first beaten him down and to abash the enemies who still menaced him.

Nothing was lacking that money could buy in Tetuan to make this burial an imposing ceremony.

Only one thing it wanted--it wanted mourners, and it had but one.
Unlike her father, little Naomi was visibly excited.

She ran to and fro, clutched at Israel's clothes and seemed to look into his face, clasped the hand of little Ali and held it long as if in fear.