He must get money. Amos would have to lend him some. The Jews were
unpopular among the Greeks; it were wise to keep on good terms with
them, as Amos would find out.
At last he fell asleep.
In the morning his troubles began again. There was no coffee, and only a
little Arab bread, and when that was done they must starve if they could
not get some money. Gregorio tore off a bit of bread and ate it slowly,
looking at his wife, who sat weeping beside him.
"I shall go to Amos," he said, firmly.
"Ah, yes, to Amos," Xantippe answered quietly; "but it will be no good."
"Why no good?"
"Because you owe him money, and he will give you no more till he is
paid."
"But we cannot pay him. He must let us have some. If not--" and Gregorio
raised threatening.
His wife smiled sadly and kissed him.
"You will not frighten Amos, my love. When I told him the child had been
ill, he only laughed."
"When was that?"
"Yesterday."
"Then he had been here?"
"He came last night to ask for his money. I told him we had none, and
he laughed and said we must get some. He told me I might get some if I
cared to.
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