At this moment the door of the apartment flew open, and the Templar presented himself […]. “I have found thee,” he said to Rebecca; “thou shalt prove I will keep my word to share weal and woe with thee—There is but one path to safety […] up, and instantly follow me.”
“Alone,” answered Rebecca, “I will not follow thee […]—save my aged father—save this wounded knight.”
“A knight,” answered the Templar […], “a knight […] must encounter his fate […], and who recks how or where a Jew meets with his?”
“Savage warrior,” replied Rebecca, “rather will I perish in the flames than accept safety from thee!”
“Thou shalt not chuse, Rebecca—once didst thou foil me, but never mortal did so twice.”
So saying, he seized on the terrified maiden, who filled the air with her shrieks, and bore her out of the room in his arms […].