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Through her diamond-paned window he saw the wrinkled, white-capped old / creature spinning peacefully at the rustic chimney-corner, a pure / cloistral crone. It seemed profane to connect such a figure with / flirtation -- this was surely the very virgin of senility. What a fine / picture she made too! Why had he never thought of painting her? Yes, / such a picture of 'The Spinster' would be distinctly interesting. And / he would put in the _Kesubah_, the marriage certificate that hung over / the mantelpiece, in ironical reminder of her days of bloom. He / unlatched the door -- he had never been used to knock at grannie's door, / and the childish instinct came back to him.
'_Guten Abend_,' he said.