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The artist, at least, determined it should go no further. He put on / his hat, and went to find Yossel Mandelstein. But Yossel was not to be / found so easily, and the artist's resolution strengthened with each / false scent. Yossel was ultimately run to earth, or rather to Heaven, / in the _Beth Hamedrash_, where he was shaking himself studiously over / a Babylonian folio, in company with a motley assemblage of youths and / greybeards equally careless of the demands of life. The dusky home of / holy learning seemed an awkward place in which to broach the subject / of love. In a whisper he besought the oscillating student to come / outside. Yossel started up in agitation.
'Ah, your grandmother is dying,' he divined, with what seemed a / lover's inaccuracy. 'I will come and pray at once.'