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When Schneemann, the artist, returned from Rome to his native village / in Galicia, he found it humming with gossip concerning his paternal / grandmother, universally known as the _Bube_ Yenta. It would seem that / the giddy old thing hobbled home from synagogue conversing with Yossel / Mandelstein, the hunchback, and sometimes even offered the unshapely / septuagenarian her snuffbox as he passed the door of her cottage. More / than one village censor managed to acquaint the artist with the / flirtation ere he had found energy to walk the muddy mile to her / dwelling. Even his own mother came out strongly in disapproval of the / ancient dame; perhaps the remembrance of how fanatically her / mother-in-law had disapproved of her married head for not being / shrouded in a pious wig lent zest to her tongue. The artist controlled / his facial muscles, having learnt tolerance and Bohemianism in the / Eternal City.
'Old blood will have its way,' he said blandly.