His suggestion met with approval until one cautious man asked, And how shall we pay for it? Here Rabbi Asher was perplexed, for the Jews of Makor were an impoverished lot. I would have died, but I stayed with him that night, binding the leg and praying for his soul. I can feel her hand in mine now. What did I do? he shouted.
Mother of God, approached Abd Umar and through their unkempt little priest asked, Did you speak the truth When my grandfather came to Tiberias nearly seventy years ago he was stripped naked and beaten by the Tal- mud scholars in that town. Furthermore, he had to send regular bribes to Akka and Beirut. w to be the truth, You are wrong, Priest, for on the morning I set out from Gretz I was in Jerusalem.
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