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THE RABBI OF BACHARACH.
"I dared not," she added, "on account of my virtue. And all that took place because of my beauty! But virtue will stay when good looks pass away."[1]
Don Isaac was beginning to go somewhat critically into the details of this story when, fortunately, Squinting Aaron Hirschkuh from Hamburg on the Lahn came, a white apron on his arm, and bitterly bewailed that the soup was already served, and that the boarders were seated at table, but that the landlady was missing.
(The conclusion and the chapters which follow are lost, not from any fault of the author.)
- ↑ Aber Schönheit vergeht und Tugend besteht.
