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Meyerburg, I should make for you noodles, not you for me " "It's good I should learn, Mrs. Fischlowitz, to get back my hand in such things. Maybe you don't believe me, but I ain't so rich like I was yesterday when you seen me, Mrs. Fischlowitz. To-day I'm a poor woman, Mrs. Fischlowitz, with " Mrs. Fischlowitz threw out two hands in a liberal gesture. "Such a good woman she is!
Meyerburg, in that flat we 'ain't had nothing but luck, neither, with you so good to us." "Ach, now, Mrs. Fischlowitz, for an old friend like you, what I lived next door to so many years and more as once gave my babies to keep for me when I must go out awhile, I shouldn't do a little yet." "'Little, she calls it. With such low rent you give us I'm ashamed to bring the money.
An old man, with a beard to his chest, paused in a doorway to cough, and it was like the gripe-gripe of a saw with its teeth in hard wood. A woman sold apples from a stoop, the form of a child showing through her shawl. Yet Mrs. Meyerburg smiled as she hurried. Midway in one of these blocks and without a pretense of hesitancy she turned into a black mouth of an entrance and up two flights.
Meyerburg, it's style now'days that you shouldn't know your own language." "Come by grandma to-morrow, Aileen, and upstairs I got in the little box sweet cakes like grandma always keeps for you. Eh, baby?" "Say thank you, grandmother." "Merci bien, grand'maman." And they were off into the stream again, the small white leggings at a smart trot.
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.
It just looks like every time what I come you got to give me something. Ashamed it makes me. Please you shouldn't." But in the pleasant frenzy of sudden decision Mrs. Meyerburg was on her knees beside a carved chest, burrowing her arm beneath folded garments, the high smell of camphor exuding. "Only yesterday in my hand I had it. There! See! Just your size!"
And she beat the pillow with hard fists. "Ja, but " "With that money you can buy my happiness living, and he don't want it or need it dead." Within the quick vise of her two hands Mrs. Meyerburg clasped her face, all quivering and racked with sobs. "I can't hear it. It's like she was sticking knifes into me." "The marquis has the kind of blood we need to give this family a boost.
"Masseltov, ma," said Rebecca Meyerburg, raising her glass and her moist eyes shining above it. The five daughters-in-law followed immediate suit. At Miss Meyerburg's left the Marquis Rosencrantz, with pointed features and a silhouette sharp as a knife edge, raised his glass and his waxed mustache and drank, but silently and over a deep bow. "Mamma mother dear, the marquis drinks to you." Mrs.
Then again large memories close and full of color: Simon Meyerburg, with the years folded back and youth on him, wooing her beside a stile that led off a South German country road, his peasant cap fallen back off his strong black curls, and even then a seer's light in his strong black eyes.
Simon Meyerburg making for me noodles in my kitchen!" She was off and down a small rear stairway, a ribbon of ejaculations trailing back over one shoulder. In her chair beside the warm range Mrs. Meyerburg sat quiescent, her head back against the rest, eyes half closed, and slanting toward the kitchen door. Against the creaking floor her chair swayed rhythmically.
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