e's developing, modelling work for her was not yet completed. When the guests were duly assembled, Bertha approached her mother, who was still entertaining Lizzie, appearing quite fascinated with her daughter's friend, and said, "Mother, won't you release your prisoner now? Helen Le Grande wishes her to join the group over there by the window, in a game of euchre."
"Certainly, my dear. I trust Miss Heartwell will pardon me if I have detained her too long."
"Come, Lizzie, come along," said Bertha; and then added, in an undertone, "you know what I promised to show you, Lizzie. Come with me; let them make up the game without you."
"Oh! yes, that album; show it to me," said Lizzie, following Bertha to a well-filled ‚tagŠre, from which she took a handsomely bound album, saying, "This is from Asher. Isn't it lovely?"
"Indeed it is," replied Lizzie.
"Mamma says I do not know who sent it to me, as there is no name anywhere. She does not wish me to think it's from Asher, b
Set in Charlotte, N.C., around the Civil War, this novel follows beautiful Leah Mordecai, daughter of a rich Jewish banker, who, persecuted by an unkind stepmother, runs off and marries a gentile -- to the violent curses of her father -- lives a generally unhappy life, and dies young.
The novel crawls along, full of stilted language, dropped plot lines and stereotyped and ignorant descriptions of Jews and "Jewesses." Among the many annoyances, the author never gives any place its right name but goes on and on about the "Queen City," the "Palmetto State," etc.