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"You remember, Lilly, how she used to rush down right from the breakfast table to the bargain bins for those pink and blue mill-ends she used to dress you so pretty in. My! wasn't she one for Valenciennes lace, though! Wouldn't she just dress Zoe up, though " "Wouldn't she!" "She was a good woman in her way, Lilly, even with all her fussing and nagging. My! how she did used to nag!
Max Meltzer collapsed in an attitude of mock prostration against a stock-shelf. "Gee! that must have been cracked before the first nut." "Smarty!" Across the specially priced mill-ends she flashed the full line of her teeth, and with an intensity his features ill concealed he noted how sweet her throat as it arched. "It's the spring fever gets inside of me and makes me so stretchy, Miss Sadie.
I can get around her all right, Miss Sadie. I can always tell if a person likes me or not." "Anyways, if her eyes ain't too bad, Mr. Meltzer, I got a date with my friend if his car is out of the shop from having the limousine top taken off. We we're going for a little spin." A quick red belied her insouciance and she made a little foray into the bin of mill-ends.
A mole stirred in its hole, and because spring will find a way, even down in the bargain basement of the Titanic Store, which is far below the level of the mole, Sadie Barnet, who had never seen a wood anemone and never sniffed of thaw or the wet wild smell of violets, felt the blood rise in her veins like sap, and across the aisle behind the white-goods counter Max Meltzer writhed in his woolens, and Sadie Barnet, presiding over a bin of specially priced mill-ends out mid-aisle between the white goods and the muslin underwear, leaned toward him, and her smile was as vivid as her lips.
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