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And she tried to rise, but sat back, quivering, her brow drenched in sudden sweat. Raucous terror tore through Mrs. Fischlowitz's voice, and she let fall her pail, a white cloud rising from off the spill. "Mrs. Meyerburg, there ain't nobody there. Mrs. Meyerburg, he ain't there. Mrs. Meyerburg!" "Simon!" "Mrs. Meyerburg, he ain't there. Nobody's there! Ach help doctor Tillie!" Back against Mrs.
Fischlowitz's frenzied arms lay Mrs. Meyerburg, very gray, her hand against her left breast and down toward the ribs. "Gott! Gott! Please, Mrs. Meyerburg Mrs. Meyerburg!" dragging back one of the weary eyelids and crying out at what she saw there. "Help doctor Tillie quick quick " She could not see, poor dear, that into those locked features was crystallized the great ecstasy of reunion.
"Ach, how many times in rainy days I used that line. It's a good little line I bet yet. Not?" "Ja." But with no corresponding kit of emotions in Mrs. Fischlowitz's voice. She was still breathing deep the buoyant ether of the moment, and beneath the ingratiating warmth of fur utterly soothed.
Meyerburg was across the room, through the ornate door of an ornate boudoir, and out presently with the garment flung across her arm. "Na, here put it on." "Ach, such a beau-tiful coat!" "So! Let me help!" They leaned together, their faces, which the years had passed over none too lightly, close and eager. Against the beaver collar Mrs. Fischlowitz's hand lay fluttering.
At the curb a low-bodied, high-power car, with the top flung back and the wind-shield up, lay sidled against the coping. "Get right in, Mrs. Fischlowitz. Burk, put under Mrs. Fischlowitz's both feet a heater." A second man, in too-accentuated livery of mauve and astrakhan, flung open the wide door. A glassed-in chauffeur, in more mauve and astrakhan, threw in his clutch. The door slammed. Mrs.
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