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But the great point is that he has been married only three months, and she has not yet got used to having him live somewhere else. She feels as if somebody had snatched him from her. When a day passes without her seeing him she is uneasy." "Not at all," Mrs. Tevkin demurred. "I am thinking of him just now because because well, because we have all been introduced to Mr. Levinsky except him!"
A case of dislike at first sight, I suppose." "Still " "You'd better ask her, Mr. Tevkin." He made no reply, nor did he repeat his invitation. He was manifestly on pins and needles to get away, without having the courage to do so. "So that's what you wanted to meet me for?" he muttered looking at the wall "Well, I'll tell you frankly how it was, Mr.
I found a chair on the veranda, but I was restless, and the chatter of two women in front of me grated on my nerves. I wondered where Miss Tevkin and her companion were at this minute. I was saying to myself that I would never come near them again, that I was going to see Fanny; but I did not cease wondering where they were.
"He's her pet." "Don't mind what she says, Mr. Levinsky," her mother exhorted me. "She just loves to tease me." "Mother is right," Elsie interposed. "Moissey is not her pet. lf somebody is, it's I, isn't it, ma?" Anna smiled good-naturedly "Gracie is my pet," Mrs. Tevkin rejoined "Gracie and Moissey, both," Tevkin amended. "Moissey is her first-born, don't you know.
I learned from Tevkin that many of Yampolsky's patrons were poor working-men and that some of these were poets, writers of stories, or thinkers, but that the café was also frequented by some professional and business men. At this he directed my attention to a "Talmud-faced" man whom he described as a liquor-dealer who "would be a celebrated writer if he were not worth half a million."
That burden lifted, it seemed as though the memory of my unfortunate acquaintance with Miss Tevkin had suddenly grown in clarity and painful acuteness Our rush season had passed, but we were busy preparing for our removal to new quarters, on Fifth Avenue near Twenty-third Street.
It was this woman who got me interested in good, modern fiction. The books she selected for me interested me greatly. Then it was that the remarks I had heard from Moissey Tevkin came to my mind. They were illuminating Most of the people at my hotel are German-American Jews. I know other Jews of this class. I contribute to their charity institutions.
I was determined to break into the conversation and to try to eclipse him. With a fast-beating heart I began: "What an array of beautiful women! Present company" with a bow to Miss Tevkin and her long-faced chum "not excepted, of course. Far from it." The two girls smiled "Why! Why!
He took a hand in our discussion, and it at once became apparent that he had read more and knew more than the bald-headed brothers. He was overflowing with withering sarcasm and easily sneered them into silence Miss Tevkin was happy. B.ut the slovenly boarder proved to be one of those people who know what they do not want rather than what they do.
It was something sinister, absurd, and uncouth But Miss Tevkin was a beautiful girl, nevertheless. So I pitied her for being the daughter of an East Side writer The tennis game did not last long. Miss Tevkin and her companion soon went indoors. I went out for a stroll by myself. I was thinking of my journey to Tannersville the next morning. The enforced loss of time chafed me.
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