"Kinsmen!" she said, turning pale, "when the Prince Abou Abdil asked me in marriage, I told you I would not wed but with one of my own faith." "She has turned Turk," screamed out the ladies.

"She wants to be a princess, and has turned Turk," roared the rabbis.
"Well, well," said Isaac, in rather an appeased tone, "let us hear what the poor girl has got to say.

Do you want to marry his royal highness, Rebecca?
Say the word, yes or no." Another groan burst from the rabbis--they cried, shrieked, chattered, gesticulated, furious to lose such a prize; as were the women, that she should reign over them a second Esther.
"Silence," cried out Isaac; "let the girl speak.

Speak boldly, Rebecca dear, there's a good girl." Rebecca was as pale as a stone.

She folded her arms on her breast, and felt the ring there.