author - "Israel Zangwill"
pon my beard and ear-locks, and you will understand that you will receive fair treatment from me. I want to earn a Mitzvah (good deed) and a little money thereby.'Then he cautioned me not to leave the station and go out into the street, because in the street were to be found Jews without beards, who would inform on me and give me up to the police. 'The world does not contain a sea of Kazelias,' said he. (Would that it did not contain even that one!) Then he continued: 'Shake out your money on
[Turning apologetically to VERA] I beg your pardon, Miss Andrews, I mean Miss--er----VERA Revendal. MENDEL [Slightly more interested] Revendal? Then you must be the Miss Revendal David told me about! VERA [Blushing] Why, he has only seen me once--the time he played at our Roof-Garden Concert. MENDEL Yes, but he was so impressed by the way you handled those new immigrants--the Spirit of the Settlement, he called you. VERA [Modestly] Ah, no--Miss Andrews is that. And you will tell him to answer
and, illogically enough, his presence in the street gave Mrs. Drabdump a curious sense of security, as of a believer living under the shadow of the fane. That any human being of ill-odor should consciously come within a mile of the scent of so famous a sleuth-hound seemed to her highly improbable. Grodman had retired (with a competence) and was only a sleeping dog now; still, even criminals would have sense enough to let him lie.So Mrs. Drabdump did not really feel that there had been any
pon my beard and ear-locks, and you will understand that you will receive fair treatment from me. I want to earn a Mitzvah (good deed) and a little money thereby.'Then he cautioned me not to leave the station and go out into the street, because in the street were to be found Jews without beards, who would inform on me and give me up to the police. 'The world does not contain a sea of Kazelias,' said he. (Would that it did not contain even that one!) Then he continued: 'Shake out your money on
[Turning apologetically to VERA] I beg your pardon, Miss Andrews, I mean Miss--er----VERA Revendal. MENDEL [Slightly more interested] Revendal? Then you must be the Miss Revendal David told me about! VERA [Blushing] Why, he has only seen me once--the time he played at our Roof-Garden Concert. MENDEL Yes, but he was so impressed by the way you handled those new immigrants--the Spirit of the Settlement, he called you. VERA [Modestly] Ah, no--Miss Andrews is that. And you will tell him to answer
and, illogically enough, his presence in the street gave Mrs. Drabdump a curious sense of security, as of a believer living under the shadow of the fane. That any human being of ill-odor should consciously come within a mile of the scent of so famous a sleuth-hound seemed to her highly improbable. Grodman had retired (with a competence) and was only a sleeping dog now; still, even criminals would have sense enough to let him lie.So Mrs. Drabdump did not really feel that there had been any