"And it was about her mother that he wrote them!
Somebody told me on the veranda that her name was Miss
Tevkin. I did think the name sounded familiar, but I could not
locate it." The discovery stirred me inordinately. I was palpitating
with reminiscent interest and with a novel interest in the beautiful
girl who had just stood by my side
At my request Rivesman, followed by myself, sought her out on
the front porch and introduced me to her as "a great admirer of
your father's poetry."
Seated beside her was a bald-headed man with a lone wisp of hair
directly over his forehead whom the hotel-keeper introduced as
"Mr. Shapiro, a counselor," and who by his manner of greeting me
showed that he was fully aware of my financial standing
The old romance of the Hebrew poet and his present wife, and
more especially the fact that I had been thrilled by it in Antomir,
threw a halo of ineffable fascination around their beautiful
daughter
"So you are a daughter of the great Hebrew poet," I said in English
"It's awfully kind of you to speak like that," she returned
"Mr.
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