The Second Class Passenger - Fifteen Stories by Perceval Gibbon
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"It is incredible!" he said. "Incredible! And at such a time as this,
too. What do you propose to do with the child?" "I do not know," answered Truda again. "It will be claimed," he said, biting his nails. "These Jews are never short of relatives." "If it is claimed by a relative, that will be the end of the matter," replied Truda. "If not--we shall see." "Then let us hope it will be claimed," he said quickly. He gazed absently at the child, and shook his head. "Ah, Madame," he said, "if only one could cut an actress's heart out! The worst of them is, they are all woman, even the greatest." Truda smiled a little. "That is inconvenient, no doubt," she suggested. "Inconvenient!" He hoisted his shoulders in a mighty shrug. "It is devastating, Madame. See now! Here is this city--a beastly place, it is true, but with much money, and very busy exterminating Jews. Which will you, Madame--its money or its Jews? You see the choice! But I will weary you no longer; the child will assuredly be claimed." He bowed and took his departure; it was not well, he knew, for any manager to push Truda Schottelius too far. Therefore he went to make it known that a Jewish baby of two or thereabouts was to be had for the asking, at the hotel; and Truda went to work to make her newly- found responsibility comfortable. For that night she experienced what |
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