"You have forgotten your greatcoat and comforter," said young Mrs. Cohen, and he went back into the work-room and got them.
"He's come to life again, do you see?" said Cohen, who had re-entered--speaking in an undertone. "I told you so: I'm mostly right." Then in his usual voice, "Well, sir, we mustn't detain you now, I suppose; but I hope this isn't the last time we shall see you."
"Shall you come again?" said Jacob, advancing. "See, I can catch the ball; I'll bet I catch it without stopping, if you come again."
"He has clever hands," said Deronda, looking at the grandmother. "Which side of the family does he get them from?"

"He's come to life again," said Cohen in an undertone. Then in his usual voice, "Well, sir, we mustn't detain you; but I hope this isn't the last time we shall see you."
"Shall you come again?" said Jacob. "See, I can catch the ball."
"He has clever hands," said Deronda, looking at the grandmother. "Which side of the family does he get them from?"
