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"You don't seem glad to see me, old boy," said the detective with contemptuous familiarity. "I don't know you, sir." Feuerstein made a miserable attempt at haughtiness. "Of course you don't. But I know YOU all about you. Come in here and let's sit down a minute." They went into a saloon and the detective ordered two glasses of beer. "Now listen to me, young fellow," he said.
"It's false false! I hate you hate you you never cared you've made a fool of me " "Hilda!" He felt at home now and his voice became pleading and anguished. "You, too, desert me! Ah, God, whenever was there man so wretched as I?" He buried his face in his hands. "Oh, you put it on well," she scoffed. "But I know what it all means." Mr. Feuerstein rose wearily. "Farewell," he said in a broken voice.
She opened the door a few inches and said through the crack: "It's me, Mr. Feuerstein Sophie Liebers from down in Avenue A Hilda's friend." "Come in," was Mr. Feuerstein's reply, in a weary voice, after a pause. From Ganser's he had come straight home and had been sitting there ever since, depressed, angry, perplexed. Sophie pushed the door wide and stood upon the threshold.
"marrying another a merchant like my father. They think only of what is practical. I'm so afraid they won't understand US." Feuerstein sighed the darkness prevented her from seeing that he was also frowning with impatience and irritation. "But it must be settled at once, my heart's bride," he said gently. "Secrecy, deception are horrible to me. And I am mad to claim you as my own.
As they passed near him she laughed loudly and called out to Sophie as if she were not at her elbow she feared he would not see. Mr. Feuerstein turned his picturesque head, slowly lifted his hat and joined them. At once Hilda became silent, listening with rapt attention to the commonplaces he delivered in sonorous, oracular tones.
"She is my lawful wife," said Feuerstein with an attempt at his pose. "Get the house aus quick! aus! gleich! Lump! I call the police!" "I demand my wife!" exclaimed Feuerstein. Ganser ran to the front door and opened it. "Out!" he shrieked. "If you don't, I have you taken in when the police come the block down. This is my house! Rindsvieh!"
"I bet you, pa'll make you wish you'd taken my advice," she said sullenly. But Feuerstein led her home. They went up stairs where Mrs. Ganser was seated, looking stupidly at a new bonnet as she turned it slowly round on one of her cushion-like hands. Feuerstein went to her and kissed her on the hang of her cheek. "Mother!" he said in a deep, moving voice. Mrs.
Feuerstein had come to New York to perform a carefully-planned last act in his life-drama, one that would send the curtain down amid tears and plaudits for Mr. Feuerstein, the central figure, enwrapped in a somber and baleful blaze of glory. He had arranged everything except such details as must be left to the inspiration of the moment.
"Her father has a delicatessen in Avenue A. He's very rich owns three flat-houses. They must bring him in at least ten thousand net, not to speak of what he makes in the store. They're fine people, those Brauners; none nicer anywhere." "A beautiful creature," said Feuerstein, who was feeling like a prince who, for reasons of sordid necessity, had condescended to a party in Fifth Avenue.
"You're played out in this town. You've got to get a move on you, see? We've been looking you up, and you're wanted for bigamy. But if you clear out, you won't be followed. You've got to leave today, understand? If you're here to-morrow morning, up the road you go." The detective winked and waggled his thumb meaningly in a northerly direction. Feuerstein was utterly crushed.
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