She looked round all the assembly, and then at Isaac.

"Father," she said, in a thrilling low steady voice, "I am not of your religion--I am not of the Prince Boabdil's religion--I--I am of HIS religion." "His! whose, in the name of Moses, girl ?" cried Isaac.
Rebecca clasped her hands on her beating chest and looked round with dauntless eyes.

"Of his," she said, "who saved my life and your honor: of my dear, dear champion's.

I never can be his, but I will be no other's.

Give my money to my kinsmen; it is that they long for.