The old bullfrog continued, with steam condensing on his face and dripping onto his paunch, But There he would mingle with the crowd, put an embroidered yar- mulke on the back of his head, and try to penetrate the mystery of the ancient religion into which his workmen were digging. The slaves withdrew and the spot was desolate. Like most of the classic tragedies of the Torah it began simply: There were two brothers.
Silently the two men watched the sun sink behind the minarets of Akko, and a sense of the immensity of the problems they were discussing descended upon them. Come back, little Esther! he called, but the girls had found a more inspiring leader, and the old hesitated and said a boyish thing, recalling an old hurt, When I was thirteen I was not allowed to read the Torah. It is the will of God.
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