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nodded dutifully at frequent intervals and waited impatiently
for the professor to begin his dirge about Poland’s misfortune
in constantly being divided up between the neighboring states.
He knew that when the professor began on that subject, it
meant that he was nearing the end of his lecture…

His eyes darted around the long corridor looking for familiar
8 faces, as was his regular habit when he visited new places. He

spied someone he knew, sitting alone on a rickety iron chair,
waiting.

“Hey… it’s you…” Leiby didn’t know how to address the Jewish
detective from the farm, who was sitting and waiting patiently

Chapter 34for his turn to testify before the committee. “It’s you, the

Yevsektsia man from the farm.”

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Look, I have some of their yers right here.”

“Ya’akov Berman is a distant relative of mine,” Max answered.