"Let her go." "Oh, go away, you leetle kid.

Go away and sit down.

You think yourself too much." It was Rosenblatt's harsh voice.

As he spoke, he seized the boy by the collar and with a quick jerk flung him back among the crowd.
It was as if he had fired some secret magazine of passion in the boy's heart.

Uttering the wild cry of a mad thing, Kalman sprang at him with such lightning swiftness that Rosenblatt was borne back and would have fallen, but for those behind.