When I went to leave she held on to my arm and said that I looked just like my mother, and that my mother was also such a pretty Jewess. I said please let me go. She said do you forgive me, tell me you forgive me. I said I forgive you so that she would let go. She did let go. Before I left I turned to her and I said, Who lives there now? And she said that a family without a father used to live there but the mother died a few years ago and that the two sons had since moved out. Only the daughter lives there now on her own. I said what are their names. And she told me their family name is Den
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