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Cohen, of whom he had hired the suit, would not add to the modicum agreed upon, a charge for pressing it. But if his own suit for everyday wear, which he was carrying under his arm with the purpose of putting it on at good Mr. Cohen's establishment, should become wet, that would be a serious matter. It was, in fact, his only suit and that will explain the anxiety with which he scanned the heavens.
It was with no little nervousness, however, that he awaited Thursday morning, especially after receiving a reply to his message to the effect that "Tom Rider, the detective, and a diamond expert, would arrive on an early train of that day." They did so, and presented themselves at Ezra Cohen's establishment soon after the store was opened for business that morning.
Cohen's of this date, is received, and I answer frankly through you his inquiries. No one can practise law as an attorney in the United States without acknowledging the supremacy of our Government.
"He is right, Hulda. Why should we not take from one another? Pride perverts brotherhood." "Dear husband," said Hulda, "it is not pride to refuse to rob the poor. Besides, what delicacies do I need? Is not this a land flowing with milk?" "You take Cohen's milk and refuse my honey!" shouted the Red Beadle unappeased.
Arithmetic day came round, the class gathered in its place, the first sum was read out to them, and before Bert was half through working it out, Levi Cohen placed his slate softly upon the chair, and leaned back in his seat with a sly smile lurking in the corners of his mouth. Frank glanced up from his work, gave Bert a meaning look, and then dropped his slate upon Cohen's with a loud bang.
Cohen's description of the diamonds, that they would prove to be the ones they were seeking, but the detective was not quite so hopeful; he had been disappointed so many times of late that he looked upon the dark side, while he was somewhat skeptical about the supposed miner making his appearance again.
"Yes," said Mordecai; "that was the reason I came to the bridge." This answer, made with simple gravity, was startlingly mysterious to Deronda. Were the peculiarities of this man really associated with any sort of mental alienation, according to Cohen's hint? "You knew nothing of my being at Chelsea?" he said, after a moment. "No; but I expected you to come down the river.
CORNY KELLEHER: Sure it was Behan our jarvey there that told me after we left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen's and I told him to pull up and got off to see. Will I give him a lift home? Where does he hang out? Somewhere in Cabra, what? BLOOM: No, in Sandycove, I believe, from what he let drop. Corny Kelleher, asquint, drawls at the horse. He's covered with shavings anyhow.
There was no need for apprehension on that score, however, for when the substitute bookkeeper arrived he proved to be an accurate and industrious young fellow, and despite Miss Cohen's absence the work of Potash & Perlmutter's office proceeded with orderly dispatch.
Kisses chirp amid the rifts of fog a piano sounds. He stands before a lighted house, listening. Yummyyum, Womwom! Pirouette! Leopopold! BLOOM: A man's touch. Sad music. Church music. Perhaps here. ZOE: Are you looking for someone? He's inside with his friend. BLOOM: Is this Mrs Mack's? ZOE: No, eightyone. Mrs Cohen's. You might go farther and fare worse. Mother Slipperslapper.
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