"
"Well?"
"Well, you can guess the rest. Not one person remains alive of that
devil's household."
Madam Marx gasped at the magnitude of the crime, and though her terrors
increased, her pride in the man capable of so tremendous revenge
increased also.
"What will happen to you?" she found voice to ask.
"Nothing. I must hide here. We were not seen. Besides, you remember the
last time a Greek murdered a Jew--it was at Port Said--the matter was
hushed up. Our consuls care as little for Jews as we do. My God, how
glad I am I killed him!"
His eyes were fixed on the street as he spoke, and suddenly he started
to his feet. Madam rose too, and clung to him. He pushed her roughly on
one side, while an evil smile played on his lips.
"By God, she shall come back now!"
"Who?"
"Xantippe. There is no need for her to live with the Englishman now. Our
son is dead and the Jew in hell. I will at least have my wife back."
"She will not come."
"She will come. By God, I will make her! I have tasted blood to-night,
and I am not a child to be treated with contempt.
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