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Gordon will take your statement of the facts names, dates, all details. Good morning." Feuerstein went to Travis, small and sleek, smooth and sly. When Travis had done with him, he showed him out. "Call day after to-morrow," he said, "and when you come, ask for me. Mr. Loeb never bothers with these small cases."
Brauner flung this at Mr. Feuerstein in High-German. Hilda, mortified and alarmed, was also proud that her father was showing Mr. Feuerstein that she came of people who knew something, even if they were "trades-folk." "I can answer all your questions to your satisfaction," replied Mr. Feuerstein loftily, with a magnanimous wave of his white hand. "My friends will speak for me.
Feuerstein looked down at Hilda's quivering shoulders with satisfaction. "I thought I could make even her feel," he said to himself complacently. Then to her in the hoarse undertone: "And my heart is breaking." She straightened and her tears seemed to dry with the flash of her eyes. "Don't say that you mustn't!" She blazed out before his astonished eyes, a woman electric with disdain and anger.
I didn't know what I was doing. I swear I didn't!" Hilda's look was pity, not anger. "Oh, Sophie," she said brokenly. "What did your men do with the letter Feuerstein wrote?" asked the magistrate of Hanlon suspiciously. "Your Honor, we " Hanlon looked round nervously.
Feuerstein was not in and it was not known when he would return he was very uncertain. Otto went to Stuyvesant Square and seated himself where he could see the stoop of the boarding-house. An hour, two hours, two hours and a half passed, and then his patient attitude changed abruptly to action. He saw the soft light hat and the yellow bush coming toward him. Mr.
"Forgive my unseemly haste in plucking without your permission the beautiful flower I found within reach." Peter stepped back and gave a hoarse grunt of astonishment. His red face became redder as he glared, first at Feuerstein, then at Lena. "What lunatic is this you've got here, daughter?" he demanded. "My father!" repeated Feuerstein, drawing Lena to him.
Her eyes were searching the crowd, near and far. Sophie laughed. "Beggars can't be choosers," she answered. "I think he's all right as men go. It wouldn't do for me to expect too much." Just then Hilda caught sight of Mr. Feuerstein the godlike head, the glorious hair, the graceful hat. Her manner changed her eyes brightened, her cheeks reddened, and she talked fast and laughed a great deal.
Feuerstein's going to act." Hilda was bubbling over with delight. Otto sat forgotten in the corner. Mrs. Brauner came bustling, her face rosy from the kitchen fire and her hands moist from a hasty washing. Mr. Feuerstein waited until all were seated in front of him. He then rose and advanced with stately tread toward the clear space.
All left except Feuerstein and a youth he had been watching out of the corner of his eyes young Dippel, son of the rich drug-store man. Feuerstein saw that Dippel was on the verge of collapse from too much drink. As he still had his eighty-five cents, he pressed Dippel to drink and, by paying, induced him to add four glasses of beer to his already top-heavy burden.
She was returning his gaze, her eyes expressing all the Schwarmerei of which their dark depths were capable at nineteen. He was telling her what a high profession the actor's was, how great he was as an actor, how commonplace her life there, how beautiful he could make it if only he had money. It was an experience to hear Mr. Feuerstein say the word "money."
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