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 amazement and foreboding goes up from the ]

[Voiceless, staggering towards her] Zuleika!

[In her dull, hollow tones] Come no nearer— touch me not—until thou hast avenged

[Amazed, in a whisper] Avenged—?

[Creeping towards her; in a whisper] What is't? [Then, fiercely] What is't?

[With her eyes fixed on ] The Hebrew servant

[As if he had received a blow] Joseph—!

[Continuing.] Came in unto me to mock me

[Turns, leaps with a murderous face towards some of the bystanders try to restrain him; in a horrible voice] Hold me not! [He stops short] Nay—too swift—too gentle! [He watches who stands perfectly still, like a crouching tiger, and speaks without taking his eyes off him] Speak, woman!—Tell all! Tell all!

I lifted up my voice and cried, and he fled and got him away—

[In a low growl] He fled and got him away— [Violently] Is it true? Is it true?

He left his garment with me. Know now, whether it be his or no.