"Go." The Jew went slowly to the door, and then turning round, observed, "There is an excellent bargain to be made with oats; if you will undertake it with me, I will go shares with you; there is much money to be made by it." "I have no dealings with you, Tinkeles.

In Heaven's name, go away." The Jew crept out, once more scratching at the door, but not venturing in.

A few minutes later, Anton saw him cross the street, looking much dejected.
From that time Anton was regularly besieged by the repentant Tinkeles.
Not a day passed without the Galician forcing an entrance, and seeking a reconciliation after his fashion.

Sometimes they met in the streets, sometimes Anton was disturbed when writing by his unsteady knock; he had always something to offer, or some tidings to impart, through which he hoped to find favor.

His power of invention was quite touching.