Stories by English Authors: Africa (Selected by Scribners)
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Stories by English Authors: Africa (Selected by Scribners)
Africa -- Fiction; Short stories, English
He rushed furiously at Amos, gripped him by the throat, and flung him
to the far side of the room. Then he stood by his child with his arms
folded on his breast, his eyes flashing and his nostrils dilated. Amos
quickly recovered himself, and, in a voice that scarcely trembled, again
demanded his money.
“Go away,” shouted Gregorio; “if you come here again, I will kill you.
Twice now have I saved my boy from falling into your hands.”
“I wish only to do you a service. You are a beggar, and I am rich
enough, ask Heaven, to look after the child. Why should you abuse me
because I offer to release you from your debts if you will let me take
the child?”
Gregorio answered brusquely that the Jew should not touch the boy. “I
will not have him made a Jew.”
“Then you will pay me.”
“I will not. I cannot.”
“I shall take measures, my friend, to force you to pay me. I have not
dealt harshly with you. I came here to help you, and you have insulted
me and beaten me.”
“Because you are a dog of a Jew, and you have tried to steal my son.”
A nasty look came into the Jew’s eyes,--a cold, cunning look,--and he
was about to reply when the door opened and Xantippe entered. She was
well dressed, and wore some ornaments of gold. Amos turned toward her,
asking the man:
“This is your wife?”
But Gregorio told Xantippe rapidly the history of his adventures with
the boy; and the woman, hearing them, moved quietly to the corner where
he slept, and took him in her arms.
The Jew smiled. “I see,” he said, “that madam has money. She has taken
the advice I gave you the other day. Now I know that you can pay me,
and if you do not within two days, Gregorio Livadas, you will repent the
insults you have heaped on my head this night.”
He walked quietly to the corner of the room, where Xantippe sat nursing
the boy, touched the child gently on the forehead with his lips, and
then went out.
For some minutes neither Xantippe nor Gregorio spoke, but the man rubbed
the infant’s forehead with his finger as if to wipe out the stain of the
Jew’s kiss.
VII--XANTIPPE SPEAKS OUT
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