It was he who told me about it.

Jacob Hermann said to me one day: 'That Benjamin has a mistress for every fringe of his four-corners.' And how many is that, eh?
I do not know why he should be allowed to slander me and I not be allowed to tell the truth about him.

One day I will shoot him.

You know he said that when I first came to London I joined the _Meshumadim_ in Palestine Place." "Well, he had at least some foundation for that," said Reb Shemuel.
"Foundation! Do you call that foundation--because I lived there for a week, hunting out their customs and their ways of ensnaring the souls of our brethren, so that I might write about them one day?
Have I not already told you not a morsel of their food passed my lips and that the money which I had to take so as not to excite suspicion I distributed in charity among the poor Jews?
Why not?
From pigs we take bristles." "Still, you must remember that if you had not been such a saint and such a great poet, I might myself have believed that you sold your soul for money to escape starvation.

I know how these devils set their baits for the helpless immigrant, offering bread in return for a lip-conversion.
They are grown so cunning now--they print their hellish appeals in Hebrew, knowing we reverence the Holy Tongue." "Yes, the ordinary Man-of-the-Earth believes everything that's in Hebrew.