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"I'll tell you, Mr. Perlmutter, it's like this," B. Gurin explained, as he sat in his Mount Vernon store that evening; "money don't figure at all with me." "Where is the harm supposing she does got a little money, Gurin?" Morris protested. "And, anyhow, never mind the money, Gurin. We will say for the sake of example she ain't got no money. Does it do any harm to look at the woman?"
"In two weeks already they was married," he concluded, "and me, I am coming to America." "You ain't coming to such a bad place neither," Morris rejoined; "even supposing your uncles was such big Machers in the old country." "Places is all the same to me now," Gurin said "women, too, Mr. Perlmutter. I assure you, Mr.
Klinger commented, employing the vernacular equivalent for the English word "bride." "In a way," Gurin said evasively; "aber the Khosan I don't know at all." Thus did Gurin imply that he was not acquainted with the future bridegroom, and Klinger volunteered the information that Asimof ran a dry-goods store in Dotyville, Pennsylvania.
"Because, Gurin," Morris concluded, "if you are looking for a homely girl which she ain't got no money and couldn't cook, understand me, I wouldn't fool away my time with you at all. Such girls you don't need me to find for you." B. Gurin sighed profoundly. "You shouldn't get mad, Mr. Perlmutter," he said, "if I tell you something?" "Why should I get mad, Gurin?" Morris asked.
He turned away; but as his eye rested on B. Gurin, who still lingered over the presents, he was obliged to admit that he had chosen a fitting candidate, and he even felt mollified toward his delinquent customer as he reflected on Gurin's lost opportunity. "Gurin," he said, "ain't you going to congradulate the Kahlo?" "I didn't know she was here at all," Gurin said sadly.
He turned to view B. Gurin hastening after him. "Well, Gurin," he grunted, "what you want now?" Gurin stopped and gasped for breath, and Morris's heart gave a triumphant leap as he noted the anxiety displayed on B. Gurin's clean-shaven features. "Speak up, Gurin," he said; "I got to get my train." Gurin smiled in surrender. "All right, Mr.
"A fine family, understand me; and I am going out there from Minsk twice a week, when a young feller by the name Lutsky a corn broker, y'understand comes to sell her father goods." Again B. Gurin paused, his left hand extended palm upward in a tremulous gesture. Suddenly it dropped on his knee with a despondent smack.
Gladstein would got for a husband a good-looking man like B. Gurin, understand me, the idee works both ways. Mrs. Gladstein attracts the clothing trade and B. Gurin sells 'em, y'understand, while B. Gurin attracts the women's garment trade and Mrs. Gladstein sells 'em." Abe sat down suddenly and took off his hat. "What are you trying to drive into, Mawruss?" he asked.
"You couldn't make me mad by saying that, Mr. Perlmutter," Gurin commented. "A big success oder a big failure, it makes no difference to me." "It makes a whole lot of difference to me," Morris cried. "Yes, Mr. Perlmutter," B. Gurin went on, disregarding the interruption. "I ain't coming over here to make a big success in business. I am coming over here to forget." "To forget!" Morris exclaimed.
Do you know Louis Moses, the banker in Minsk?" Morris nodded. "That's from mir an uncle, verstehst du?" Gurin said; "and Zachs, the big corn merchant, that's also an uncle. My father ain't a Schnorrer neither, Mr. Perlmutter; in fact, instead I am sending home money to Russland like most fellers which they come to this country, Mr. Perlmutter, my people sends me money yet."
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