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The Jew assumed an exceedingly knowing leer.

‘Really!’

The Jew glanced round timorously, then bent over to me.

‘Such a lovely creature, your honour, lovely!…’ Girshel again closed his eyes and shot out his lips.

‘Your honour, you’ve only to say the word… you shall see for yourself… whatever I say now, you’ll hear… but you won’t believe… better tell me to show you… that’s the thing, that’s the thing!’

I did not speak; I gazed at the Jew.

‘Well, all right then; well then, very good; so I’ll show you then….’

Thereupon Girshel laughed and slapped me lightly on the shoulder, but skipped back at once as though he had been scalded.

‘But, your honour, how about a trifle in advance?’

‘But you ‘re taking me in, and will show me some scarecrow?’

‘Ay, ay, what a thing to say!’ the Jew pronounced with unusual warmth, waving his hands about. ‘How can you! Why… if so, your honour, you order me to be given five hundred… four hundred and fifty lashes,’ he added hurriedly….’ You give orders–‘

At that moment one of my comrades lifted the edge of his tent and called me by name. I got up hurriedly and flung the Jew a gold coin.

‘This evening, this evening,’ he muttered after me.

I must confess, my friends, I looked forward to the evening with some impatience. That very day the French made a sortie; our regiment marched to the attack. The evening came on; we sat round the fires… the soldiers cooked porridge. My comrades talked. I lay on my cloak, drank tea, and listened to my comrades’ stories. They suggested a game of cards–I refused to take part in it. I felt excited. Gradually the officers dispersed to their tents; the fires began to die down; the soldiers too dispersed, or went to sleep on the spot; everything was still. I did not get up. My orderly squatted on his heels before the fire, and was beginning to nod. I sent him away. Soon the whole camp was hushed. The sentries were relieved. I still lay there, as it were waiting for something. The stars peeped out. The night came on. A long while I watched the dying flame…. The last fire went out. ‘The damned Jew was taking me in,’ I thought angrily, and was just going to get up.

‘Your honour,’… a trembling voice whispered close to my ear.

I looked round: Girshel. He was very pale, he stammered, and whispered something.

‘Let’s go to your tent, sir.’ I got up and followed him. The Jew shrank into himself, and stepped warily over the short, damp grass. I observed on one side a motionless, muffled-up figure. The Jew beckoned to her–she went up to him. He whispered to her, turned to me, nodded his head several times, and we all three went into the tent. Ridiculous to relate, I was breathless.

‘You see, your honour,’ the Jew whispered with an effort, ‘you see. She’s a little frightened at the moment, she’s frightened; but I’ve told her his honour the officer’s a good man, a splendid man…. Don’t be frightened, don’t be frightened,’ he went on–‘don’t be frightened….’

The muffled-up figure did not stir. I was myself in a state of dreadful confusion, and didn’t know what to say. Girshel too was fidgeting restlessly, and gesticulating in a strange way….

‘Any way,’ I said to him, ‘you get out….’ Unwillingly, as it seemed, Girshel obeyed.

I went up to the muffled-up figure, and gently took the dark hood off her head. There was a conflagration in Dantzig: by the faint, reddish, flickering glow of the distant fire I saw the pale face of a young Jewess. Her beauty astounded me. I stood facing her, and gazed at her in silence. She did not raise her eyes. A slight rustle made me look round. Girshel was cautiously poking his head in under the edge of the tent. I waved my hand at him angrily,… he vanished.