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The two gospodarze exchanged glances with Josel, who smiled. After a pause Lukasiak replied: 'Oh, we are talking of it for want of something better to do, but who would have the money for such a big undertaking? 'You two between you could buy it! 'Perhaps we may, but it would be for ourselves and those living in the village. 'What about me?

Towards evening a sledge stopped at the gate and the innkeeper Josel entered with a strange expression on his face. Slimak's conscience pricked him. 'The Lord be praised, said Josel. 'In Eternity. A silence ensued. 'You have nothing to ask? said the Jew. 'What should I have to ask? Slimak looked into his eyes and involuntarily grew pale.

'It's agreed, then, said Gryb, 'and now I'll tell you what you will have to do in return. You will pay a hundred and fifty roubles to Grochowski and a hundred to Josel. Slimak demurred. 'I haven't buried my wife yet. The old man's temper was rising. 'Rubbish! don't be a fool! How can a gospodarz get along without a wife?

In the darkness Slimak collided with a labourer from the manor who carried a sack of corn on his back; presently he saw one of the servant girls hiding a goose under her sheepskin. When she recognized him she ran behind the fence. But Josel continued to smile.

'Give me a thimbleful...Josel's clever enough, anyway...and his brother-in-law is even better...they'll deal with the Swabians...I know what I know...give me a thimbleful...give me a thim... She became incoherent. 'What was that she was saying? asked Slimakowa. 'The usual things she says when she's tipsy. She is in service with Josel, so she thinks him almighty.

It all began with the squire's selling the village, and with the railway and the Germans coming here. Then Josel set everyone against me, because I had been selling fowls and other things to the surveyors; even now he is doing his best to... 'But why does everyone go to Josel for advice? interrupted the priest. 'To whom is one to go, begging your Reverence's pardon?

Barrels of burning pitch in front of the manor house threw a rosy glare over the wintry landscape; distant sounds of music came floating on the air. Josel came out and directed the Jew's sledge to the manor. The Germans got out, and one of them shouted after the departing Jew: 'You will see nothing will come of it; they are amusing themselves. 'Well, and what of that?

While Slimak put his trust in the squire's unruffled manner, cogitations were going on at the inn under the guidance of Josel, the publican. One morning, half-way through January, old Sobieska burst into the cottage. Although the winter sun had not yet begun to look round the world, the old woman was flushed, and her eyes looked bloodshot.

Josel stood behind the bar in a dirty jersey with black stripes. He had a sharp nose, pointed beard, pointed curls, and wore a peaked cap; there was something pointed also in his look. 'The Lord be praised, said Slimak. 'In Eternity, Josel answered indifferently. 'What are the gospodarze drinking? 'Tea, the innkeeper replied.

Two sledges now overtook them; there was one traveller in the first and two in the second. 'Can you tell me where that sleigh party was driving to? asked the occupant of the first. 'To the squire's. 'Indeed!... Do you know if Josel, the innkeeper, is at home? 'I dare say he is, unless he is off on some swindle or other.