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Updated: June 10, 2025
"I went first to Goldstein's this morning. I thought Klara would tell me some of the village gossip to while away the time before I dared present myself here. I didn't want Pali bácsi or anybody to see me before I had come to you. I didn't want anybody to speak to me before I had kissed you. The Jews I didn't mind, of course. So I got Klara to walk with me by a round-about way through the fields as far as this house; then I lay in wait for a while, until I saw Irma néni go out. I wanted you all to myself at once .
For presently papa will be gone and the house worthily and properly shut up, and the keys in papa Goldstein's pocket, who will be speeding off to Kecskemét; but with the help of this little key, which is a duplicate one, I who am a great friend of pretty Klara can just slip into the house quietly for a comfortable little supper and just a bit of fun; and no one need be any the wiser, for I shall make no noise and the back door of this house is well screened from prying eyes.
Their stamping, tripping, twirling feet had carried them into another world altogether; Ignácz Goldstein's barn had become a fairy bower, they themselves were spirits living in that realm of bliss; there was no longer any impending separation, no military service, no blank and desolate three years!
Here the accused woman's solicitor rose. "Where did you obtain the hair in the packet marked B?" he demanded. "I took it from a bag of combings that hung on the wall of Miriam Goldstein's bedroom," answered the detective. "I object to this," said the solicitor. "There is no evidence that the hair from that bag was the hair of Miriam Goldstein at all." Thorndyke chuckled softly.
"His interference with Goldstein's plans proves he is under no obligations to others, for he has acted arbitrarily, in accordance with his personal desires and against the financial interests of the concern." "Why didn't you ask him about this, instead of wiring to New York?" demanded Maud. "He might not give us exact information, under the circumstances," said Colby. The girl frowned.
Mary Antin says she doesn't believe in God!" Rachel Goldstein's horror is duplicated. Kitty Maloney, who used to mock Rachel's Jewish accent, instantly becomes her voluble ally, and proceeds to annihilate me by plying me with crucial questions. "You don't believe in God? Then who made you, Mary Antin?" "Nature made me." "Nature made you! What's that?" "It's everything.
His hands were raised, ready to fasten themselves on the other man's throat, when the door of the inner room was suddenly thrown open and Ignácz Goldstein's querulous voice broke the spell that hung over the two men. "Now then, my friends, now then," he said fussily as he shuffled into the room, "it is time that this respectable house should be shut up for the night.
There is no junketing at Goldstein's, no picnic at the waterfalls, no games at Annandale, no rehearsals at Herr Felix von Battin's, no choir practice at the church even, from which he can safely absent himself. A word, a kiss, some matrimonial charm dissolved these electric disturbances of society must be averted.
If he was in a hurry, he would have had better value for his money by taking my cart." "You have a horse and cart too, then?" asked Chauvelin, peremptorily. "Aye! that I have, your Excellency, and if your Excellency wants to drive . . ." "Do you happen to know which way my friend went in Reuben Goldstein's cart?" Thoughtfully the Jew rubbed his dirty chin.
The indifferent, the stolid, may call it what he will, but it is the common wish to forget that has brought all these people young and old together in Ignácz Goldstein's barn this night the desire to forget that hideous, fateful fourteenth of September which comes with such heartrending regularity year after year the desire to forget that the lads, the flower of the neighbouring villages, are going away to-day .
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