"He hash eshcaped!" cried the Jew. “Are you in a hurry? Will you come in and have some coffee?” He hesitated, and glanced towards her companion. Unlocking a cupboard, he then took out some cold meat and other viands, with a flask of wine, and a bottle of brandy, and began to eat and drink voraciously. “I meant to say good-bye to you to-night. The tiles lay a foot thick in the road. I do like to see old friends back here. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit— the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male. He could think about it later. “If I sit here,” he said, standing up before her abruptly, “I shall have to shout. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. She ignored his question. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly.
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