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1、TheJewishGirl犹太女子Among the other children in the charity school was a little Jewish girl, clever and good-in fact, the brightest of them all. But there was one class she could not attend, the one where religion was taught, for she was in a Christian school.During the hour of this class, she had her
2、geography book before her to study, or did her arithmetic, but the lessons were quickly learned, and then, though the book might still be open before her, she did not read from it; she listened. And the teacher soon noticed that she listened more intently than any of the rest.Study your book, said t
3、he teacher, gently yet earnestly. But she looked back at him with her black, eager eyes, and when he put his questions to her as well as the rest he found she knew more than all the others. She had listened, understood, and kept his words.Her father was a poor but honest man, and when he first broug
4、ht her to the school he had given instructions that she should not be taught the Christian faith. But to send her from the room during the Scripture lesson might have given offense and raised various thoughts in the minds of the other children in the class, and so she remained. But this could not go
5、 on any longer.So the teacher went to her father and explained that he must either take his daughter away from the school or consent to her becoming a Christian.I cannot bear to see those burning eyes, that sincere yearning thirst of the soul, so to speak, after the words of the Gospel, he said.Then
6、 her father burst into tears. I know very little myself of our own faith, he replied, but her mother was a daughter of Israel, strong and steadfast in her faith, and on her deathbed I promised her that our child should never receive Christian baptism. That promise I must keep, for to me it is like a
7、 pact with God.So the little Jewish girl was taken away from the Christian school.Years had passed.In a humble household, in one of the smallest provincial towns of Jutland there was a maidservant, a poor girl of the Jewish faith; this was Sarah. Her hair was as black as ebony, and her eyes were dar
8、k yet full of brilliant light, such eyes as you see among the daughters of the East. And the expression in the face of the grown-up girl was still that of the child who sat on the schoolroom bench, listening with eager and wistful eyes.Every Sunday the sound of the organ and the singing of the congr
9、egation sounded from the church, and the tones floated across the street and into the house where the Jewish girl attended diligently and faithfully to her work. Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy, was her law; but her Sabbath was a day of labor to Christians, and only in her heart could she
10、keep it holy. And that she believed was not enough.But then the thought came to her soul, What do days and hours matter in the sight of God? and on the Sunday of the Christians she had her own undisturbed hour of devotion. Then if the sound of the organ and the singing came across to her as she stoo
11、d behind the sink in the kitchen, even this became a quiet and consecrated spot. Then she would read the treasure and property of her own people, the Old Testament, and that alone; for she kept deep in her heart what her father had told the teacher and herself when she was taken from the school-the
12、promise he had made to her dying mother, that Sarah should not be baptized, nor forsake the faith of her fathers. The New Testament was, and would forever remain, a sealed book to her; and yet she knew much of it, for it shone through the memories of her childhood.One evening she was sitting in a co
13、rner of the living room while her master read aloud. She allowed herself to listen, for this was not the Gospel; no, he was reading from an old storybook, so she could remain. The master read to them of a Hungarian knight who was taken captive by a Turkish pasha and yoked with oxen to the plow. He w
14、as driven with lashes of the whip and suffered pain and thirst almost beyond endurance.But at home his wife sold her jewels and mortgaged their castle and lands, while friends contributed large sums to help raise the almost unbelievable amount of money that was demanded as ransom. This finally was c
15、ollected, and he was delivered from slavery and disgrace. Sick and suffering, he returned home.But soon there resounded over the countryside the summons to a crusade against the foe of Christianity. The sick man heard the call and could have neither peace nor rest any longer; they had to lift him on
16、 his war horse. Then the blood rushed again to his cheeks, his strength seemed to return, and he rode forth to victory. The very pasha who had made him suffer pain and humiliation yoked to the plow became his captive. He was taken home to the castle dungeon, but before he had been there an hour the knight came to him and asked his prisoner, What do you think now awaits you?I know, replied the Turk. Retribution.Yes, the retribution of a Ch
