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72 And scrape, to merely fill the household larder. What said 70a of this pilgrim, Naphtali ? These inequalities of fortune rub My sense of justice so against the grain, I lose my very name. Whence does he come ? Is he alone ? He comes from Chinon, France. Rabbi Cresselin he calls himself — alone Save for his daughter who has led him hither. A beautiful, pale girl with round black eyes.

Bring they fresh tidings of the pestilence ?

I know not— but I learn from other source It has burst forth at Erfurt. God have mercy ! Have many of our tribe been stricken ?

No. They cleanse their homes and keep their bodies sweet. Nor cease from prayer — and so does Jacob's God