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 I saw that I couldn’t make the town anyway today, so I unharnessed the horse and rode home. I thought to myself—I left her at home all alone and the little one isn’t altogether well either…Nu—praised be God, I find a full house of our own people. Where do you hail from?

We are not close neighbors. We come from quite a distance.

That is easy to see. I am living here now nearly twenty years in these parts, and yet you are, somehow, not familiar to me.

It isn’t just convenient to travel by this road.

But the bobbe’she is, somehow, a little familiar to me.

A Jewish face, what?

Perhaps you would prepare something for our guests to eat, my daughter?

I put potatoes into the oven already.

I understand her mother is dead.

The light has gone from the house!