I cannot say they are dead or living.

I do not know what became of them.

But, Malluch, the man in the chariot yonder was present at the separation; he gave us over to the captors; he heard my mother's prayer for her children, and he laughed when they dragged her away.

Hardly may one say which graves deepest in memory, love or hate.

To-day I knew him afar--and, Malluch--" He caught the listener's arm again.
"And, Malluch, he knows and takes with him now the secret I would give my life for: he could tell if she lives, and where she is, and her condition; if she--no, THEY--much sorrow has made the two as one--if they are dead, he could tell where they died, and of what, and where their bones await my finding." "And will he not ?" "No." "Why ?" "I am a Jew, and he is a Roman." "But Romans have tongues, and Jews, though ever so despised, have methods to beguile them." "For such as he?
No; and, besides, the secret is one of state.
All my father's property was confiscated and divided." Malluch nodded his head slowly, much as to admit the argument; then he asked anew, "Did he not recognize you ?" "He could not.