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As he studied Feuerstein, his face had its famous smile, made by shutting his teeth together and drawing his puffy lips back tightly from them. "That is all past and gone," said Feuerstein. "As a lad I was saved by you from the consequences of boyish folly. And now, a man grown, I come to you to enlist your aid in avenging an insult to my honor, an " "Be as brief as possible," cut in Loeb.
And the burst of applause which greeted the last bellowing groan was full as hearty as that which greets the bad singing or worse playing at the average musicale. Swollen with vanity and streaming with sweat, Mr. Feuerstein sat down. "Good, Mr. Feuerstein ah! it is grand!" said Brauner. Hilda looked at her lover proudly.
A shadow fell across her paper and she looked up. She shrank and clasped her hands tightly against her bosom. "Mr. Feuerstein!" she exclaimed in a low, agitated voice. He stood silent, his face ghastly as if he were very ill. His eyes, sunk deep in blue-black sockets, burned into hers with an intensity that terrified her. She began slowly to retreat.
Glad to see you AGAIN. What's the trouble NOW?" At "again" and "now" Feuerstein winced slightly. He looked nervously at Loeb. "It's been let me see at least seven years since I saw you," continued Loeb, who was proud of his amazing memory. He was a squat, fat man, with a coarse brown skin and heavy features.
Feuerstein majestically removed his hat and turned a look of haughty inquiry upon Otto. Otto's fists clenched he longed to discuss the situation in the only way which seemed to him to meet its requirements.
And Lena, all a-tremble with jealous anxiety, was in the parlor of a Lutheran parsonage, with the minister reading out of the black book, before she was quite aware that she and her cyclonic adorer were not still promenading near the green-house in the park. "Now," said Feuerstein briskly, as they were once more in the open air, "we'll go to your father." "Goodness gracious, no," protested Lena.
Windisch, say he can have you put out of court." And Peter bustled and slammed his way out. Beck telephoned Loeb, and they took lunch together. "Ganser has found out about Feuerstein's wife," was Beck's opening remark. Loeb drew his lip back over his teeth. "I wish I'd known it two hours sooner. I let Feuerstein have ten dollars more." "More?" "More. He's had ninety-five on account.
"I'm sorry," he said humbly, "I've got only a two-dollar bill. If it would " Feuerstein looked annoyed. "Perhaps I can make that do. Thank you sorry to trouble you. I MUST be more careful." The two dollars were transferred, Feuerstein gave Hartmann a flourishing stage salute and strode grandly on.
"Hilda's over in Stuyvesant Square," she said. "She thought you might be sick, so we came. But if you go to her, you must pretend you came by accident and didn't see me." Mr. Feuerstein reflected, but not so deeply that he neglected to pose before Sophie as a tragedy-king. And it called for little pretense, so desperate and forlorn was he feeling.
Her only interest in life was disclosed when she was settled and settling at the luncheon table. She used her knife more than her fork and her fingers more than either. Feuerstein left soon after luncheon, lingering only long enough to give Lena a theatrical embrace.
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