His emotion is beyond speech.

He turns and leaves the room.

In his perturbation he even forgets to kiss the _mezuzah_[2] on the doorpost.
The pupil feels reproved and yet somehow in the right.

Who _did_ make God?
But if the rebbe will not tell--will not tell?
Or, perhaps, he does not know?
The rebbe--?
It was some time after this conflict between my curiosity and his obtuseness that I saw my teacher act a ridiculous part in a trifling comedy, and then I remember no more of him.
Reb' Lebe lingered one day after the lesson.

A guest who was about to depart, wishing to fortify himself for his journey, took a roll of hard sausage from his satchel and laid it, with his clasp knife, on the table.