I never found out, until Kate enveloped me in its luxurious folds, what it was that rasped my feelings so, every morning, when I was dressed; I then knew it must have been my flashy woollen dressing-gown.
— from The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 05, March, 1858 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics by Various
zu schenken an Ort— Mir fāhren, doch leider, es wart't auf uns Kēiner, Erklärt mir, ich bet' euch, wu reisen mir fort!
— from The History of Yiddish Literature in the Nineteenth Century by Leo Wiener
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