1 They soar to heaven, and soaring sing.
2 What I tell you," said Gurth, "is as true as the moon is in heaven.
3 Go patter thy petitions to heaven," said the fierce Norman, "for we on earth have no time to listen to them.
4 Rebecca spoke not, but she looked up to heaven, and, folding her hands, remained for a minute without change of attitude.
5 As she spoke this, she clasped her hands and extended them towards heaven, as if imploring mercy on her soul before she made the final plunge.
6 The Prince turned as pale as death, looked first on the earth, and then up to heaven, like a man who has received news that sentence of execution has been passed upon him.
7 They say he is valiant as the bravest of his order; but stained with their usual vices, pride, arrogance, cruelty, and voluptuousness; a hard-hearted man, who knows neither fear of earth, nor awe of heaven.
8 After casting her eyes around, as if to look for the aid which was nowhere to be found, and after a few broken interjections, she raised her hands to heaven, and burst into a passion of uncontrolled vexation and sorrow.
9 The herald communicated the words of the Grand Master to Rebecca, who bowed her head submissively, folded her arms, and, looking up towards heaven, seemed to expect that aid from above which she could scarce promise herself from man.