Tevkin made her appearance--a handsome old woman of
striking presence, tall, almost majestic, with a mass of white hair,
with the beautiful features of the girl who was the cause of my
being there. I thought of Naphtali. I had a desire to discover his
address and to write him about my meeting with the hero and
heroine of the romance of which he had told me a few months
before I left Antomir. "I go to their house. She is still beautiful," I
pictured myself saying to him. Her demeanor and the very
intonation of her speech seemed to proclaim the fact that she was
the daughter of that illustrious physician of Odessa. It did not take
me long to discover, however, that under the surface of her good
breeding and refinement was a woman of scant intellect
Seeing me look at the book-cases, she said: "These are not all the
books we have. There are some in the other rooms, too. Plenty of
them. It's quite a job for an American servant-girl to dust them."
Anna smiled good-humoredly
The next utterance of Mrs. Tevkin's was to the effect that one had
to put up with crowded quarters in America--a hint at the better
days which the family had seen in Russia
Anna's younger sister, Elsie, a school-teacher, came in.
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