"Then why have you now undone the secrecy?--no, not undone it--the effects will never be undone. But why have you now sent for me to tell me that I am a Jew?" said Deronda, with an intensity of opposition in feeling that was almost bitter. It seemed as if her words had called out a latent obstinacy of race in him.

"Then why have you now undone it? Why have you now sent for me to tell me that I am a Jew?" said Deronda, feeling almost bitter.
