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"What's the use talking to a bloodsucker like him!" "Wait!" Mrs. Mashkowitz pleaded; "I want to ask him one thing more. If Miriam got it this young feller for a husband, might you would give him some of your work, maybe?" "Bloodsuckers don't give no work to nobody," Abe replied firmly. "And also will you get out of my store, or will you be put out?"
"Me, I am Mrs. Sarah Mashkowitz, and this here lady is my sister, Mrs. Blooma Sheikman, geborn Smolinski." "That ain't my fault that you got them names," Abe said. "I see it now that you're my wife's father's brother's daughter, ain't it? So if you're going to make a touch, make it. I got business to attend to." "We ain't going to make no touch, Potash," Mrs. Mashkowitz declared.
Sheikman favored him with a look of contempt. "What chance has a poor girl got it to get married?" she asked. "When she ain't got a dollar in the world," Mrs. Mashkowitz added. "And her own relatives from her own blood is millionaires already." "If you mean me," Abe replied, "I ain't no millionaire, I can assure you. Far from it." "Plenty of money you got it, Potash," Mrs. Mashkowitz said.
"Don't let him do no favors on my account," Abe said; "because, if it was two hundred and fifty buttons it wouldn't make no difference to me." "A fine young feller," Mrs. Mashkowitz sobbed. "He got six machines and two hundred dollars saved up and wants to go into the cloak and suit contracting business." "Only a hundred dollars if the poor girl had it," Mrs.
"We would rather die first." "All right," Abe replied heartlessly. "Die if you got to. You can't make me mad." Mrs. Mashkowitz ignored Abe's repartee. "We don't ask nothing for ourselves, Potash," she said, "but we got it a sister, your wife's own cousin, Miriam Smolinski. She wants to get married." "I'm agreeable," Abe murmured, "and I'm sure my Rosie ain't got no objections neither." Mrs.
He repaired to the rear of the store, while Abe piloted his two visitors into the show-room. "Now what is it you want from me?" he asked. "Not a penny she got it," Mrs. Mashkowitz declared, breaking into tears. "And she got a fine young feller what is willing to marry her and wants it only five hundred dollars." "Only five hundred dollars," Mrs. Sheikman moaned. "Only five hundred dollars.
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