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"If I have to take a Jewish census again tonight I'll die," he told himself desperately, and went back to the art shop. The sign read: B. COHN'S ART SHOP. "I wish I knew a bootlegger's joint," poor Peck complained. "I'm pretty far gone and a little wood alcohol couldn't hurt me much now. Why, I could have sworn that name was spelled with an E. It seems to me I noted that particularly."
He even lived through that prologue in the Ghetto garret, when, as benevolent master-tailor receiving the highest class work from S. Cohn's in the Holloway Road, he was called upstairs to assist the penniless Polish immigrants.
Cohn said suddenly: 'Guess who paid me a visit yesterday. 'Goodness knows, said Simon. 'Mr. Sugarman. And she smiled nervously. 'Sugarman? repeated Simon blankly. 'The the er the matrimonial agent. 'What impudence! Before your year of mourning is up! Mrs. Cohn's sallow face became one flame. 'Not me! You! she blurted. 'Me! Well, of all the cheek! And Simon's flush matched his mother's.
It was on the same day that we first observed a deposit on the sides of carbonate of lime in crystals. It is a matter of some interest to notice here that, in the mode of procedure adopted, everything combined to prevent the interference of air. The following is Cohn's formula: Distilled water. ... . ... . ... . ..20 cc.
Cohn's bewilderment increased with every letter. The boy was sleeping in sodden trenches, sometimes without blankets; and instead of grumbling at that, his one grievance was that the regiment was not getting to the front. Heat and frost, hurricane and dust-storm nothing came amiss. And he described himself as stronger than ever, and poured scorn on the medical wiseacre who had tried to refuse him.
'Do you suppose he reads the Jewish what's-a-name, like you? Why, he's never heard of it! 'Then you ought to show him a copy. 'Oh, mother! and he laughed again. 'That would only prove to him there are too many Jews everywhere. A cloud began to spread over Mrs. Cohn's hard-won content. But apparently it only shadowed her own horizon. Simon was as happily full of his Lucy as ever.
Hold on by me, Colin Clout, and I'll hold on by thee. So! Don't tread on that pikeman's stomach, lest he take thee for a marauding Don, and with sudden dagger slit Cohn's pipe, and Colin's weasand too."
Enough! said the Parnass, with a tactful inspiration. 'And Mr. 'You always try to drive a hard bargain, grumbled the Parnass. 'That's a question for Mr. Gabriel. The reverend gentleman had a happy thought. 'Wait till we come to the text: "Wherefore Levi hath no part nor inheritance with his brethren." 'You're a gentleman, Mr. Gabriel, ejaculated S. Cohn's son-in-law, clutching at his hand.
'But look at this photograph! panted Sugarman desperately through the closing door. Surprise and curiosity brought her eyes back. She stared at the sheepish features of a frock-coated stranger. 'Four pounds a week all the year round, head cutter at S. Cohn's, said Sugarman, pursuing this advantage.
But she refused to believe that the age of comparative happiness would always be a dream; for already, at Herzfeld & Cohn's she had tasted of an environment where no one considered himself a divinely ruling chief, and where it was not a crime to laugh easily. But certainly she did not expect to see this age during her own life.
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