James H. Calisch was a white-haired, precisely spoken little gentleman of 63. He had lived in Brooklyn for four years since coming from his native Holland. He was a Jew, and by night, as recreation from his daily labors of an expert accountant, he pored over books of philosophy and psychology. These explorations had led him far from the faith of his race, but his Jewish neighbors and landlady found him most kindly, gentle, a patient teacher of any who sought his counsel.
Many a night James Calisch sat until dawn with young Emanuel...
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