The Second Class Passenger - Fifteen Stories by Perceval Gibbon
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with memories. "But," she went on, "I have a place. I have a name.
What I say will be heard." "Yes," said the Jew simply. "What you say will be heard." She nodded two or three times slowly. "Wait!" she said. "I know the Governor of this place; he is by way of being a friend of mine. And beyond him there are greater men all easy of access--to me. And beyond them is the sentiment of Europe, the soft hearts of the world, easiest and nearest of all. I tell you, something can be done; presently there will be a reckoning with these gentle Christians." She had stirred him at last. "And you will acknowledge that you are a Jewess?" he asked. She laughed. "I will boast of it," she cried. "And now, this is the time to take the baby away, while I am nerved for sacrifices. Soon I shall have nothing left at all." The young Jew looked over to the child, who was getting new effects out of a spoon and a dish of jam. "The child is in good hands," he said. "We shall know she is safe with you." "Ah!" Truda turned to him with a light in her wonderful eyes. "I shall not fail you, if it were only for this." "I am sure you will not fail your own people," he answered; "you do not come of traitors." He patted the baby's cheek with a couple of big fingers and turned to |
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