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He is an educated gentleman, Mr. Levinsky is, and if he knows the kind of boarders you have he'll stay longer." "I know Mr. Levinsky is an educated man," Rivesman answered. "As for our boarders, they're all fine superfine." "So you've got to find your predestined one here," she resumed, turning to me again. "Otherwise you can't leave this place. See?"
She was interesting in a new way, I thought "Going to enjoy the fresh air?" Rivesman asked her, gallantly "Ye-es," she answered, pleasantly. "It's glorious outside." And she vanished "Pretty girl," I remarked "And a well-bred one, too in the real sense of the word." "One of your two-week guests, I suppose," I said, with studied indifference. "Yes. She is a stenographer."
Rivesman?" she addressed the proprietor of the hotel, who stood by and whom I had known for many years "I agree with you thoroughly, Mrs. Kalch," he answered, smilingly. "But Mr. Levinsky tells me he can stay only one day with us." "Plenty of time for a smart man to pick a girl in a place like this. Besides, you just tell him that you have a lot of fine, educated young ladies, Mr. Rivesman.
I WAS chatting with Rivesman, the lessee of the hotel, across the counter that separated part of his office from the lobby. As I have said, I had known him for many years. He had formerly been in the insurance business, and he had at one time acted as my insurance broker. He was a Talmudist, and well versed in modern Hebrew literature, to boot.
The next best thing would have been to have Bender wire my contribution to each of the two funds. But I did not stir The hotel-keeper came out to remind me of my train "Thank you," I said, with a smile. "But the weather is too confoundedly good. I'm too lazy to leave your place, Rivesman. You must have ordered this weather on purpose to detain me."
At my request Rivesman, followed by myself, sought her out on the front porch and introduced me to her as "a great admirer of your father's poetry." Seated beside her was a bald-headed man with a lone wisp of hair directly over his forehead whom the hotel-keeper introduced as "Mr. Shapiro, a counselor," and who by his manner of greeting me showed that he was fully aware of my financial standing
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