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"I know what you have come here for," she said, archly. "You can't fool Auntie Yetta. But you have come to the right place. I can tell you that a larger assortment of beautiful young ladies you never saw, Mr. Levinsky. And they're educated, too. If you don't find your predestined one here you'll never find her. What do you say, Mr.
Maximum Max was very kind to me. As I could not meet him at the stores, where I dared not face my creditors, I would waylay him in front of his residence "I tell you what, Levinsky," he once said to me. "You ought to learn some trade. It's plain you were not born to be a business man. Finally I owed him so many quarters, and even half-dollars, that I had not the courage to ask him for more
"Well, the peanuts are rapidly growing in size while the oranges and the apples are shrinking and rotting. The fittest survives." I jeered in my heart. "Then why are you excited? How can we hurt you if we are only peanuts?" He made no answer "We don't steal the trade we're getting, do we? If the American people prefer to buy our product they probably like it." "Oh, chuck your big words, Levinsky.
By the way, Levinsky, how is the merchandise?" "This is no place to talk shop," I replied, deprecatingly. "Especially when there are so many pretty ladies around." "That's right!" several of the women chimed in in chorus Mrs. Nodelman, the hostess, who stood in the doorway, beckoned to her husband, and he jumped up from the table.
The old romance of the Hebrew poet and his present wife, and more especially the fact that I had been thrilled by it in Antomir, threw a halo of ineffable fascination around their beautiful daughter "So you are a daughter of the great Hebrew poet," I said in English "It's awfully kind of you to speak like that," she returned "Mr. Levinsky is known for his literary tastes, you know," Shapiro put in
But I am already married and a mother. All I can do now is to see to it that Lucy shall be both educated and happy, and, well, I beg of you, I beg of you, I beg of you, Levinsky, never let me talk of these things again. They must be locked up in my heart and the key must be thrown into the river, Levinsky. It cannot be otherwise, Levinsky. Do you hear?" THE situation could not last.
Aren't you Mr. Levinsky?" she asked, with sweet, girlish shyness "Of course I am, Lucy! Lucy dear, how are you? Quite a young lady!" "I was wondering," she went on without answering. "At first I did not know. You did seem familiar to me, but I could not locate your face. But then, all at once, don't you know, I said to myself, 'Why, it's Mr. Levinsky. Oh, I'm so glad to see you."
No Jew that could be found was spared. Saul Levinsky was sitting in his shop looking over some books that had just come from the binder. He heard shots in the distance and the dull, angry roar of the hoarse-voiced mob. He closed his door and bolted it, and went up the little stairs leading to his family quarters. His wife and six-year-old daughter were there.
I am telling Levinsky what a bad girl you are. Run along." She gave us a shy side-glance like those that had carried the first germ of disquiet into my soul, and moved away "No, she is no slob, thank God," he resumed. He boasted of her tidiness and of the way she had picked up her English and learned to read and spell, with little Lucy for her teacher.
The little girl grinned coyly "Why don't you answer the gentleman's question?" her mother rebuked her, in English. "It's Mr. Levinsky, a friend of papa's." Lucy gave me a long stare and lost all interest in me. "Don't you like me at all? Not even a little bit?" I pleaded She soon unbent and took to plying me with questions. Where did I live? Was I a "customer peddler "like her papa?
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