he w g lo watch her with from the to ue had thrown him be aa i did for job u me i could not know � i do t ow w � will feel me i hare fo that tc love me i am mother t� i lave or heard of me ah life i i chose better for too being me i did ot k that i deprived of thing worth yoa not with me to that affection have been worth having finding that the paused as if the expected him to make a � i don t mean to ill of aid the with proud but i had much affection to give jou i did not want i lad been with il i wanted to live out the life that was in me and not to be with other lives you wonder what i was i was no princess then she rose with a sudden movement and stood as she had done before rose too be felt breathless no princess in this tame life that i live in sow i was a great and i acted as well as i sung all rest poor beside me men followed me from one country to another i was living a lives in one i did not want a child there was a passionate ease in w book � thk and thk son cast all precedent oat of precedent had no for her and she could only seek a justification in the words she could find for her experience she seemed to fling out the last words against some possible reproach in the mind of her son who had to stand and hear h his coat collar as if he were keeping himself above water by it� and feeling his blood in the sort of commotion that might been excited if ho had seen her going through some strange of a religion which gave a to crime wliat else had she to tell him she went on with the same intensity and a sort of pale illumination in her face i did not want to marry i was forced into marrying your father � forced i mean by my father s wishes and commands and besides it was my best way of getting some freedom i could rule my husband but not my father i had a right to be free i had a right to seek my freedom from a bondage that i hated she seated herself again while there was that subtle movement in her eyes and closed lips which is like the suppressed of speech continued standing and after a moment or two she looked up at him with a less defiant pleading as she said and the bondage i hated for myself i wanted to keep you from better could the most loving mother have done t i relieved you from the bondage of having been bom a jew then i am a jew f burst out with a deep energy that made his mother shrink a little backward against her my father was a jew and you are a f yes your father was my cousin said the mother watching him with a change in her look as if she saw something that she might have to be afraid of i am glad of it said in the veiled voice of passion ho could not have imagined beforehand how ho would come to say that which ho had never hitherto admitted he could not have dreamed that it would be in impulsive opposition to his mother lie was shaken by a mixed anger which no reflection could come soon enough to check against this mother who it seemed had borne him unwillingly had willingly made herself a stranger to him and � n a was bow known this last suspicion seemed to flash some explanation over her speech but the mother was shaken by an anger differently mixed and her frame was less equal to any the shaking with her was visibly physical and her eyes looked the for her pallid excitement as she said violently why do yon say yon are glad f you are an english i secured you that you did not know what you secured me could yon choose my for said throwing himself sideways into his chair again almost unconsciously and leaning his arm over the back while he looked away from his mother lie was fired with an that seemed foreign to him bnt ho was now trying hard to master himself and keep silent a horror had swept in upon his anger lest he should say something too hard in this moment which made an epoch never to bo recalled there was a pause before his mother spoke again and when she spoke her voice had become more firmly in its finely varied tones i chose for you what i would have for myself could i know that you would have the spirit of my father in you f could i know that you would love what i hated � if you really love to be a jew the last words had such bitterness in them that any one might have supposed some hatred had arisen between the mother and son but had recovered his fuller self lie was recalling his to what life had been and actually was for her whose best years were gone and who with the signs of suffering in her frame was now herself to tell him of a past which was not his alone but also hers his habitual shame at the acceptance of events as if they were his only helped him even here as he looked at his mother silently after her last words his face regained some of its calm yet it seemed to have a strangely influence over her her eyes were fixed on him with a sort of fascination but not with any repose of maternal delight 