THE GOD OF VENGEANCE
may tell me everything, even if I am her mother. You know, such things don't affect me. Tell me, — have you led her off somewhere to a. . . ?
Shloyme
She is very near. . . If I say I'll bring her here, you may depend upon me. And listen, — may I have such luck, what a prize she would make! Such eyes, such motions. And as clever as they make 'em!
Sarah
Ha! Ha! There's life to Sarah yet. . . But tell me, Shloyme, where have you put her? You may speak freely to me. (Places an arm about him and slaps him over the shoulder with the other, looking into his eyes coquettishly.) Come, tell me, good brother.
Shloyme
Not far from here. Not far. . . (A thumping of fists is heard on the door leading to the outside.)
Hindel, from without,
You know nothing about her! Nothing at all!
Sarah
Let her hammer her head against the wall. Goodness me! How she holds him in her clutches! Ha, ha! He dare not leave her for a moment! (Making eyes at him.) Shame yourself, to have affairs with trash like that! (Shloyme meditates for a moment, Sarah
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