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That will do for the first number," he said cordially. "Ta ra ra ta." "Now then, Mr. Leon, everything is settled," said De Haan, stroking his beard briskly. "I think I'll ask you to help us to draw up the posters. We shall cover all London, sir, all London." "But wouldn't that be wasting money?" said Raphael. "Oh, we're going to do the thing properly. I don't believe in meanness."

Dutch officials in the Indies can obtain leave only once in ten years and Monsieur de Haan had not visited the mother country for nearly a decade, so that when he learned I had recently been in Holland he was pathetically eager to hear the gossip of the homeland.

They were eight in number, three of whom, including Gillis van Ledenberg, lodged at the house of Daniel Tressel, first clerk of the States-General. The leaders of the Barneveld party, aware of the purport of this mission and determined to frustrate it, contrived a meeting between the Utrecht commissioners and Grotius, Hoogerbeets, de Haan, and de Lange at Tressel's house. Grotius was spokesman.

"That would be all very well," he said; "let him be an atonement for us all, but then you've gone and put 'May his soul he bound up in the bundle of life." It was true. The stock Hebrew equivalent for R.I.P. glared from the page. "Fortunately, that taking advertisement of kosher trousers comes just underneath," said De Haan, "and that may draw off the attention.

"I vill lead the Freethinkers and the Reformers back into the fold. I vill be Elijah and my vings shall be quill pens. I vill save Judaism." He started up, swelling, but De Haan caught him by his waistcoat and readjusted him in the coal-scuttle.

Raphael's mind was large; and larger by being conscious of its cloistral limitations. And the men were in earnest; not even their most intimate friends could call this into question. "We are going to save London," De Haan put it in one of his dithyrambic moments. "Orthodoxy has too long been voiceless, and yet it is five-sixths of Judaea. A small minority has had all the say.

"Certainly there must be a sub-editor," cried Pinchas eagerly. "Very well, then," said De Haan, struck with a sudden thought. "It is true Mr. Leon cannot do all the work. I know a young fellow who'll be just the very thing. He'll come for a pound a week." "But I'll come for a pound a week," said Ebenezer. "Yes, but you won't get it," said Schlesinger impatiently.

At my taste the officials pretended to be surprised and grieved. But Monsieur de Haan, doubtless because he had lived so long in the wilds that head-hunters were to him a commonplace, not only made no objection, he even offered to accompany me. "We can go up the Koetei on your cutter," he suggested.

So, as Monsieur de Haan did not appear to be pressed with business, we arranged to start up-river the following morning. It was late afternoon when I returned to the Negros. I was completely wilted by the terrible humidity, and, as the river looked cool and inviting in the twilight, I decided to refresh my body and my spirits by a swim.

Raphael smiled good-naturedly and, turning to De Haan, said: "But do you think there is any hope of a circulation?" "A circulation, sir, a circulation!" repeated De Haan. "Why, we shall not be able to print fast enough. There are seventy-thousand orthodox Jews in London alone."

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