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She threw the door of the room wide and paused as if her duty were done. "Nu, nu," muttered Reb Shemuel, indicating the outer door. It was so near that he always had that opened, too. Hannah tottered forwards through the few feet of hall. The cloak and hat on the peg nodded to her sardonically. A wild thrill of answering defiance shot through her: she stretched out her hands towards them.
When the Temple has been destroyed these two thousand years." "It will be rebuilt, please God," said Reb Shemuel. "We must be ready for it." "Oh yes, I'll be ready Ha! Ha! Ha! A priest! Holy unto the Lord I a priest! Ha! Ha! Ha! Do you know what my holiness consists in? In eating tripha meat, and going to Shool a few times a year! And I, I am too holy to marry your daughter. Oh, it is rich!"
Work is very slack at this time of year. But God is good." "Can't you sell something?" said Reb Shemuel, thoughtfully caressing his long, gray-streaked black beard. "I have sold lemons, but the four or five shillings I made went in bread for the children and in rent. Money runs through the fingers somehow, with a family of five and a frosty winter.
"What have you got your new coat on for? Any weddings to-day?" "No, my dear," said Reb Shemuel, "marriages are falling off. There hasn't even been an engagement since Belcovitch's eldest daughter betrothed herself to Pesach Weingott." "Oh, these Jewish young men!" said the Rebbitzin. "Look at my Hannah as pretty a girl as you could meet in the whole Lane and yet here she is wasting her youth."
"I wonder," gurgled Pinchas, deep in his coffee. "But, father," asked Hannah, "don't you believe any Jew ever really believes in Christianity?" "How is it possible?" answered Reb Shemuel.
"Only you let him talk so much; you let everybody talk and bamboozle you." Reb Shemuel drew the hand that fondled his beard in his own, feeling the fresh warm skin with a puzzled look. "The hands are the hands of Hannah," he said, "but the voice is the voice of Simcha." Hannah laughed merrily. "All right, dear, I won't scold you any more.
The shock was too sudden, too terrible. She sank helplessly into a chair. "Something must be done, something shall be done," thundered David. "I will appeal to the Chief Rabbi." "And what can he do? Can he go behind the Torah?" said Reb Shemuel pitifully. "I won't ask him to. But if he has a grain of common sense he will see that our case is an exception, and cannot come under the Law."
'To the light of his generation, the great Gaon, whose excellency reaches to the ends of the earth, from whose lips all the people of the Lord seek knowledge, the never-failing well, the mighty eagle soars to heaven on the wings of understanding, to Rav Shemuel, may whose light never be dimmed, and in whose day may the Redeemer come unto Zion. There, take it, honor me by taking it.
"Oh, yes; make mockery of me." "I mean it. Thou art as a lily of Sharon." "Wilt thou have another cup of coffee, Shemuel?" "Yes, my life. Wait but a little and thou shalt see our Hannah under the Chuppah." "Hast thou any one in thine eye?" The Reb nodded his head mysteriously and winked the eye, as if nudging the person in it. "Who is it, father?" said Levi.
We're living in the nineteenth century." "And what if we are!" said Reb Shemuel, blazing up in turn. "The Torah is eternal. Thank God for your youth, and your health and strength, and do not blaspheme Him because you cannot have all the desire of your heart or the inclination of your eyes." "The desire of my heart," retorted David. "Do you imagine I am only thinking of my own suffering?
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