He never referred to olden
times. Instead, he boasted of his successes, present and future.
The upshot of the interview was that I sent a check to the treasurer
of the free conservatory of which Octavius was one of the
founders
I was elated and happy, but there was a fly in the ointment of my
happiness.
The question, "Who are you living for?" reverberated through the
four vast floors of my factory, and the image of Miss Tevkin
visited me again and again, marring my festive mood. My sense of
triumph often clashed with a feeling of self-pity and yearning. The
rebuff I had received at her hands in the afternoon of that storm
lay like a mosquito in my soul
BOOK XIII AT HER FATHER'S HOUSE CHAPTER I I MADE it
my business to visit a well-known Hebrew book-store on Canal
Street. I asked for Tevkin's works. It appeared that before he
emigrated to America he had published three small volumes of
verse and prose, that they had once aroused much interest, but that
they were now practically out of print. I tried two other stores,
with the same result.
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