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Chapter 22

           HepausedwithinthreestepsofthecornerinwhichtheunfortunateJewhadnow,asitwere,coiledhimselfupintothesmallestpossiblespace,andmadeasignforoneoftheslavestoapproach.Theblacksatellitecameforwardaccordingly,and,producingfromhisbasketalargepairofscalesandseveralweights,helaidthematthefeetofFront-de-Boeuf,andagainretiredtotherespectfuldistance,atwhichhiscompanionhadalreadytakenhisstation.

           Themotionsofthesemenwereslowandsolemn,asifthereimpendedovertheirsoulssomepreconceptionofhorrorandofcruelty.Front-de-Boeufhimselfopenedthescenebythusaddressinghisill-fatedcaptive.

           "Mostaccurseddogofanaccursedrace,"hesaid,awakingwithhisdeepandsullenvoicethesullenechoesofhisdungeonvault,"seestthouthesescales?"

           TheunhappyJewreturnedafeebleaffirmative.

           "Intheseveryscalesshaltthouweighmeout,"saidtherelentlessBaron,"athousandsilverpounds,afterthejustmeasureandweightoftheTowerofLondon."

           "HolyAbraham!"returnedtheJew,findingvoicethroughtheveryextremityofhisdanger,"heardmaneversuchademand?Whoeverheard,eveninaminstrel’stale,ofsuchasumasathousandpoundsofsilver?Whathumansightwaseverblessedwiththevisionofsuchamassoftreasure?NotwithinthewallsofYork,ransackmyhouseandthatofallmytribe,wiltthoufindthetitheofthathugesumofsilverthatthouspeakestof."

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