Oh, it's a brave imposture! Brava, brave!" Still the little maiden played, but now her brow was clouded, her head dropped, her eyelashes were downcast, and she hung over the harp and sighed audibly.
"Good again!" cried the woman.

"Very good!" and she clapped her hands, whereupon the Arabs and the Moors, forgetting their dread, felt constrained to follow her example, and they cheered in their wilder way, but the Jews continued to mutter, "Beelzebub, Beelzebub!" Israel saw it all, and at first, amid the commotion of his mind and the confusion of his senses, his heart melted at sight of what Naomi did.
Had God opened a gateway to her soul?
Were the poor wings of her spirit to spread themselves out at last?
Was this, then, the way of speech that Heaven had given her?
But hardly had Israel overflowed with the tenderness of such thoughts when the bleating and barking of the faces about him awakened his anger.

Then, like blows on his brain, came the cries of the wife of the Governor, who cheered this awakening of the girl's soul as it were no better than a vulgar show; and at that Israel's wrath rose to his throat.
"Brava, brava!" cried the woman again; and, turning to Israel, she said, "You shall leave the child with me.

I must have her with me always." Israel's throat seemed to choke him at that word.

He looked at Katrina, and saw that she was a woman lustful of breath and vain of heart, who had married Ben Aboo because he was rich.