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Chapter 37

           Hastthouaughtelsetosay?"

           "Thereisyetonechanceoflifelefttome,"saidRebecca,"evenbyyourownfiercelaws.Lifehasbeenmiserable—miserable,atleast,oflate—butIwillnotcastawaythegiftofGod,whileheaffordsmethemeansofdefendingit.Idenythischarge—Imaintainmyinnocence,andIdeclarethefalsehoodofthisaccusation—Ichallengetheprivilegeoftrialbycombat,andwillappearbymychampion."

           "Andwho,Rebecca,"repliedtheGrandMaster,"willlaylanceinrestforasorceress?whowillbethechampionofaJewess?"

           "Godwillraisemeupachampion,"saidRebecca—"ItcannotbethatinmerryEngland—thehospitable,thegenerous,thefree,wheresomanyarereadytoperiltheirlivesforhonour,therewillnotbefoundonetofightforjustice.ButitisenoughthatIchallengethetrialbycombat—thereliesmygage."

           Shetookherembroideredglovefromherhand,andflungitdownbeforetheGrandMasterwithanairofmingledsimplicityanddignity,whichexciteduniversalsurpriseandadmiration.

           

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