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"Tell him to wait a little longer yet," Mosha rejoined. "I may got to have him after I am seeing the paper." "He ain't here now," the boy said. "He went away and says you should send him a check for five dollars." "I hope he don't need the money for nothing particular," Uncle Mosha commented; "on account he stands a good show to be disappointed. Hurry up with the paper."
Feldman!" said the intruder; "I may be a Rube from Texas, y'understand, but I got my feelings too, and unless you come in here right away and close the matter up me and my partner would go and get our agreement fixed up somewhere else again." "I'll be with you in just one moment, Mr. Gershon," Feldman replied. "Gershon?" Uncle Mosha muttered. "Gershon!"
"Then this here Sammet is to pay seven hundred and fifty dollars cash on signing the contract and eight thousand dollars on closing the title," Uncle Mosha declared; "and the exception is that you should take care of the eight thousand dollars, but the seven hundred and fifty dollars belongs to me and I could do what I like with it."
Again Aaron stared at his uncle. "Do you mean to told me you only got eight thousand dollars in the world?" he groaned. "The world is a pretty big place, Aaron," Uncle Mosha said; "but I wouldn't lie to you anyhow. Eight thousand is the figure."
'Mosha the Viscount, said she, 'I am afraid you do us plain people a great deal too much honour. 'My dear lady, said I, 'let us be serious for a moment. What was I to do? Where was I to go? And how can you be angry with these benevolent children who took pity on one so unfortunate as myself?
"Don't you bother yourself about them fellers, Alex," he said. "What do I care for 'em, Abe?" Alex replied. "I got my own troubles." "Sure," Morris broke in; "but what did they say about the house, Alex?" "So far what I could hear, Mawruss, Aaron says you are trying to buy from Mosha the house." "No such thing, Alex, believe me," Abe interrupted.
A pile of linen lay on the horse-hair sofa; and the good lady, with a measuring tape in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other, was walking around Ronald, who stood on the hearthrug in a very manly attitude. She regarded me over her gold-rimmed spectacles, and, shifting the scissors into her left hand, held out her right. "H'm," said she; "I give ye good morning, Mosha.
He sighed contentedly and turned to reënter the house, but even as he did so he wheeled about in response to the greeting: "How do you do, Mr. Kronberg?" The speaker was none other than Morris Perlmutter, who had tossed on his pillow until past midnight devising a plan for approaching Uncle Mosha in a plausible manner.
"The fact is," Morris said, "I am coming to see you in a business way, and if you got time I'd like to say a little something to you." "Come inside," Uncle Mosha grunted. He thought he discerned a furtive timidity in his visitor's manner strongly indicative of an impending touch. "In the first place," he began, after Morris was seated, "I ain't got so much money which people think I got it."
"I think I sold the house," Mosha replied. For one brief moment Aaron gazed at his uncle and then he linked his arm in that of the old man. "Come over to Twenty-third Street and drink anyhow a cup of coffee," he said, and ten minutes later they entered an enamelled brick dairy restaurant. "You say you think you sold the house?" Aaron said, after a waitress had served them. Uncle Mosha nodded.
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