Braendel
Alexandre Weill
1860
IX
[ . . . ] Braendel dragged the poor woman into the smoky room, which stank of sweat, beer, and wine, and cried out in a loud voice, “Aren’t you ashamed, you children of honest Jews, to drink and dance when one of you, the best of you, is missing and nobody knows what has become of him?”
“Well then, here is the prophetess who is going to give us…
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