I know what it is to
suffer, and I know what it is for other people to suffer. I have
seen more misery in London in a year than you will see in your
whole life. Those ten bonds there are of no more use to me than an
extra coat of paint on that door. I have many more like them shut
up in a box. Almost every day people come to me for money--
sometimes they get it--oftener they do not. I have no money for
beggars, or for idlers, or for liars. I have worked all my life,
and shall to the end--and so must they. Now and then something
happens like this. Now do you understand?"
Again Jack tried to speak. His anger was gone; the pathos in the
Jew's voice had robbed him of all antagonism, but Cohen would
allow no interruptions.
"And now one thing more before I let you speak, And then I am
through. In all the years I have known Mr. Grayson, this is the
first time I have ever been able to help him with the only thing I
have that can help him--my money. If it was five times what you
want, he should have it. Do you hear? Five times!"
Isaac threw himself into his chair and sat with his chin in his
hand.
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