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Pinchas followed him soon, inwardly upbraiding Reb Shemuel for meanness. He had only as yet had his breakfast for his book. Perhaps it was Simcha's presence that was to blame. She was the Reb's right hand and he did not care to let her know what his left was doing. He retired to his study when Pinchas departed, and the Rebbitzin clattered about with a besom.
She moved towards the door. "Whither goest thou?" inquired her father in German. "I am going to my room, to put on my hat and jacket," replied Hannah quietly. "Whither goest thou?" repeated Reb Shemuel. "To Stockbridge. Mother, you and I must go at once." The Reb sprang to his feet. His brow was dark; his eyes gleamed with anger and pain. "Sit down and finish thy breakfast," he said.
The haggling was hard, but Esther won. Hannah gave up her room to Esther, and removed her own belongings to Levi's bedroom, which except at Festival seasons had been unused for years, though the bed was always kept ready for him. Latterly the women had had to make the bed from time to time, and air the room, when Reb Shemuel was at synagogue.
It was as difficult to say what was not in them as what was. Through them the old Rabbi held communion with his God whom he loved with all his heart and soul and thought of as a genial Father, watching tenderly over His froward children and chastising them because He loved them. Generations of saints and scholars linked Reb Shemuel with the marvels of Sinai.
"But this blessed religion of ours reckons you a divorced woman, and so you can't marry me because I'm a Cohen." "Can't marry you because you're a Cohen!" repeated Hannah, dazed in her turn. "We must obey the Torah," said Reb Shemuel again, in low, solemn tones. "It is your friend Levine who has erred, not the Torah." "The Torah cannot visit a mere bit of fun so cruelly," protested David.
Reb Shemuel would have been scandalized if any one had applied these words to him. At about eleven o'clock Hannah came into the room, an open letter in her hand. "Father," she said, "I have just had a letter from Samuel Levine." "Your husband?" he said, looking up with a smile. "My husband," she replied, with a fainter smile. "And what does he say?"
Reb Shemuel went and kissed her on the sceptical mouth, because in another instant she would have him at her mercy. He washed his hands and durst not speak between that and the first bite. He was an official of heterogeneous duties he preached and taught and lectured. He married people and divorced them. He released bachelors from the duty of marrying their deceased brothers' wives.
"Don't you feel cold, working?" Br-r-r-r-r-r-h! It was the machine turning. Becky had set the treadle going madly and was pushing a piece of cloth under the needle. When she paused, Shosshi said: "Have you heard Reb Shemuel preach? He told a very amusing allegory last " Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-h!
Gradkoski rivalled Reb Shemuel in his knowledge of the exact loci of Talmudical remarks page this, and line that and secretly a tolerant latitudinarian, enjoyed the reputation of a bulwark of orthodoxy too well to give it up. Gradkoski passed easily from writing an invoice to writing a learned article on Hebrew astronomy.
She burst out weeping. David took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Then he went out hurriedly. Hannah wept on her father holding her hand in piteous silence. "Oh, it is cruel, your religion," she sobbed. "Cruel, cruel!" "Hannah! Shemuel! Where are you?" suddenly came the excited voice of Simcha from the passage. "Come and look at the lovely fowls I've bought and such Metsiahs.
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