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Updated: May 21, 2025
Once, on a Monday evening, when I called on the Margolises, I found Max out. Dora seemed to be ill at ease in my company, and I did not stay long. It seemed natural to fear that Max, who gave so much attention to the relations between the sexes, should view visits of this kind with misgivings.
Sadie lived several blocks from the Margolises, but she absolutely never let a day pass without calling on her, if it were only for just time enough to kiss her. She was infatuated with Dora, and Beckie was infatuated with Lucy "They just couldn't live without one another," Max said, after introducing me to Sadie and explaining the situation
One afternoon, eight or ten days after my call at the Margolises', when I came to my "factory" I found under the door a closed envelope bearing the name of that Western firm. It contained a typewritten letter and a check in full payment of my bill.
As though to make amends for my agonies, I determined to move into a good, spacious room, even if I had to pay three or four times as much as I had been paying at the Margolises'. I found a sunny front room with two windows in an old brown-stone house on East Nineteenth Street, between Second Avenue and First, a short distance from the little park and near an Elevated station.
The scene was largely a stereotyped copy of the one I had witnessed upon my first call at the Margolises' Sidney scowled "Come on, Sidney, be a good boy," Nodelman urged, taking him by the sleeve "Let me alone," Sidney snarled, breaking away and striking the air a fierce backward blow with his elbow "What do you want of him?" Mrs. Nodelman said to her husband, frigidly
I had a lounge put in it, and often, at the height of the manufacturing season, when I worked from daybreak far into the night and lived on sandwiches, I would, instead of going home for the night, snatch three or four hours' sleep on it. The only thing that annoyed me was a faint odor of mold which filled my bedroom-office and which kept me in mind of the Margolises' old apartment.
So I first dropped in on the Margolises to flash my check in Max's face and, incidentally, to see his wife I found him playing with his fat boy "Hello, Max! I have good news!" I shouted, excitedly. Which actually meant: "Don't be uneasy, Max. I am not going to ask you for a loan again." When he had examined the check he said, sheepishly: "Now you are all right.
It happened at a moment which is distinctly fixed in my mind. At least I distinctly remember the moment when I became conscious of it It was on an afternoon, four days after the Margolises had taken possession of the new place. The family was fully established in it, while I had just moved in.
I thought her an unusual woman, and I looked up to her It became a most natural thing that I should propose myself as a boarder. Thousands of families like the Margolises kept boarders to lighten the burden of rent-day The project had been trailing in my mind for some time and, I must confess, the fact that Max stayed out till the small hours four or five nights a week had something to do with it
It was the beginning of June, a little over a year since the Margolises moved into the Clinton Street flat with myself as their boarder. I was homesick. I missed Dora acutely. I loved her passionately, tenderly, devotedly. I now felt it with special force. Her face and figure loomed up a hundred times a day. "Dora dear! Bridie mine!"
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