"
Isaac raised his head. "Well, that is fair." His voice was again
under control. "Not for me--but for you. Yes, that is quite right
for you to feel that way. Next week you can bring in the papers."
He picked up the bonds. "Now put these in your inside pocket and
look out for them as you cross the ferry. Good-by."
CHAPTER XXX
Jack strode out into the night, his mind in a whirl. No sense of
elation over the money had possession of him. All his thoughts
were on Isaac. What manner of man was this Jew? he kept asking
himself in a sort of stunned surprise, who could handle his shears
like a journeyman, talk like a savant, spend money like a prince,
and still keep the heart of a child? Whoever heard of such an act
of kindness; and so spontaneous and direct; reading his heart,
sympathizing with him in his troubles--as his friend would have
done--as his own father might have done.
And with the thought of Cohen's supreme instantaneous response
there followed with a rush of shame and self-humiliation that of
his own narrow-mindedness, his mean prejudices, his hatred of the
race, his questionings of Peter's intimacy, and his frequent
comments on their acquaintance--the one thing he could never
understand in his beloved mentor.
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