The change of attire seemed to have produced a partial
change in her identity.
She was interesting in a new way, I thought
"Going to enjoy the fresh air?" Rivesman asked her, gallantly
"Ye-es," she answered, pleasantly. "It's glorious outside." And she
vanished
"Pretty girl," I remarked
"And a well-bred one, too--in the real sense of the word."
"One of your two-week guests, I suppose," I said, with studied
indifference.
"Yes. She is a stenographer." Whereupon he named a well-known
lawyer, a man prominent in the affairs of the Jewish community,
as her employer. "It was an admirer of her father who got the job
for her."
From what followed I learned that Miss Tevkin's father had once
been a celebrated Hebrew poet and that he was no other than the
hero of the romance of which Naphtali had told me a few months
before I left my native place to go to America, and that her mother
was the heroine of that romance. In other words, her mother was
the once celebrated beauty, the daughter of the famous Hebrew
writer (long since deceased), Doctor Rachaeless of Odessa
"It was her father, then, who wrote those love-letters!" I exclaimed,
excitedly.
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