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 At the time I left, you were willing enough to go with me in spite of everything, and I could barely persuade you to remain here until I could prepare a place for us. But it seems that all that was necessary was for me to go out of your sight—and you couldn’t tear yourself away from here…

&ensp;(tearfully) Moshele, why do you speak like that? You know very well that is not so. It wasn’t very easy for me here, either, but—what was I to do? It was such a pity for the bobbe’she!

And for me you had no pity? And for yourself—you had no pity?

But just think of her condition—you, whom she loved best—gone…

I didn’t go myself. I was driven out…

&ensp;(unheeding) Two days later grandfather died.&emsp;(Moshele trembles. He begins to pace the floor.)&emsp;She is old and sick and has no one except Aaron and me. If she should find out that I believe as you do—love you—she would die.&emsp;(He continues to pace the floor; Gitele follows him with her eyes; then she rises, goes to him and puts her arms about him—very still and very tenderly.)&emsp;Why are you so disturbed? Are you angry with me?