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ments seen in this boyish love of the English artist some- thing like a spiritual resuscitation of the youthful Rabbi Losinski. Her thoughts, which for years had only gone back to the village of Czarovna with shuddering remem- brances of its tragic overthrow, now found opportunities for contemplating the light and sweetness which preceded the advent of the Governor Petronovitch. She had per- mitted her fancy to wander back to the great house at the entrance of the ghetto, the Jewish celebrations of leaves and flowers and harvest, of births and deaths, of religious institutions and customs. She saw herself a child, sitting at her mother's knee, and weeping at her mother's grave ; noted how quickly in her infant mind this later memory had mellowed with time into an engrossing affection for her father, giving her almost womanly duties in her girl- hood, and offering her sympathies towards every soul in the ghetto. Even on the first day of her arrival to fulfil w'.iat to her was a sacred mission at Venice, she had sat for hours silently in her red gondola dreaming of this happy past in the one model Jewish village of that great Empire, where the fires of revolt and persecution are for ever smouldering with threatening and awful possibilities.
Ferrari, with the instinct of his race and the subtle un- derstanding of the born conspirator, felt that Anna's sympathy for Philip Forsyth boded no good to the cause. He ventured to say so, both to Philip and to Anna her- self.
Anna answered him with reference to the successful incident of the movement with which she had been asso- ciated ; dwelt upon the tremendous sensation that had been created in the courts of Europe by the vengeance of Venice ; and confessed that she could not find it in her heart to make the one great sacrifice he now demanded of her, to cast off Philip Forsyth.
" If I could cut him off from us," she said, " with the assurance that he would return to his home and duty, you
