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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Oh, I do want to come here, Mrs. Neugass. I If only . Will you will you let me talk to you as I would to my own mother? I somehow I I think you will understand " Then Mrs. Neugass came closer, a little whisper of garlic in her breath and her eyes screwed to conniving. "Sa-y, miss, you doan' need to worry.
I could wish it to an early bird to catch it." "That's what I want, a nice, quiet room." "Then you got it," he cried. "It's a room for a needle," his thumb and forefinger indicating an infinitesibly fine point. "A needle?" "So it could hear itself fall." In his own way Mr. Neugass was a jokester, insisting upon the laugh, sitting back upon his figurative haunches, waiting.
Neugass, be careful! You may have cause some day to " "A singer she wants to be! Is it any wonder, miss, you got no luck? A girl like you don't deserve it. I'm sorry enough for your poor mother. Married or no married, I want you should leave here. Quick, you bad girl, you! I'll wait outside till you go."
At five o'clock, as she lazed there, Alma Neugass burst in without the usual scrupulously observed preamble of a knock.
I'm only sorry for the mother you say you got your poor mother!" "Mrs. Neugass, this is outrageous! You haven't the right to speak to me like this! It was wrong, I admit, to to deceive you. But I had my reasons you wouldn't have taken me in. I'm not what what you think I am!" "I don't care what you are and what you ain't. I only want you to pack your bags and go."
It was the older-style pharmacy, with a gilt mortar and pestle for a sign; and as she entered, a bell attached by a pulley rang somewhere in a thin, tattling voice. The soda fountain, fountain pen, the picture postcard, the umbrella, and the face-powder demonstrator had not yet invaded here. Isaac Neugass, Chemist was just that. His walls were lined in labeled jars of panacea.
It was clean to coolness, as if the very air were washed, but, entering it, Mrs. Neugass flecked an imaginary dust particle from the divan with her apron, then wrapping it muff fashion about her hands. "It ain't big, but it's gumfortable." "Indeed it is!" said Lilly, sniffing in appreciatively. "We doan' got to rent this room, miss. It's our first time. My husband, if he had his way, wouldn't.
You got my word it's all righd, Miss The name, blease Miss what?" "Par Parlow. Lilly Parlow." "All righd, Miss Parlow; that makes everything fine." She opened her purse, unfolding a bill. "I'll pay now," she said, calm with sudden decision. "Sa-y, I would have trusted you. But you're like me, I always say money speaks louder than words." "I'll be right back, Mrs. Neugass." "That's good.
"If I'm mistaken, Miss Luella, and blease God I should be, then excuse me for a foolish old woman, but is is everything all right with you, Miss Luella?" "Mrs. Neugass, I What do you mean?" "I took you in for a student, a girl alone from her home town, but not once since you're with us I can't help it I got eyes so much as a postal card.
A clicking answered her ring, and she had to learn from a child who entered with a dangling pail of milk, that she was to speak upward through a tube above the bell. "About the room?" Yes, she was to come up. She climbed two flights of dark, clean-smelling stairs, and Mrs. Neugass herself opened the door. Mary, Rispah, Cornelia, Monica, Martha Washington, Mrs. Whistler, Margaret Ogilvy, and Mrs.
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