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His words touched me "It isn't that I don't want to take chances, Mr. Nodelman. It's something else. Were you ever in love, Mr. Nodelman?" "What? Was I in love? Why?" he demanded, coloring. "What put it in your head to ask me such a funny question?" "Funny! There's more pain than fun in it. Well, I have loved, Mr.
Another minute and he'll faint." "What girl? Oh, I see! Why, there is more than one!" Mrs. Nodelman returned, confusedly. "I didn't mean anybody in particular. There are plenty of young ladies." "That's the trouble. There are plenty, and no one in particular," I said "Don't cry," Nodelman said. "Just be a good boy and Mrs. Nodelman will get you a peach of a young lady. Won't you, Bella?"
How could Bender or Nodelman understand it? I found myself in the midst of other lunatics, of men who had simply been knocked out of balance by the suddenness of their gains. My money had come slowly and through work and worry. Theirs had dropped from the sky. So they could scarcely believe their senses that it was not all a dream.
There was something suggestive of Meyer Nodelman in her manner of speaking as well as in her looks. She was childless and took an insatiable interest in the love-affairs and matrimonial politics of young people. Her name was Mrs. Kalch, but everybody called her Auntie Yetta When Ray finished playing Auntie Yetta led the applause, for all the world like a ward heeler.
Bennie will play us a waltz. Quick, Bennie darling! Girls, get a move on you!" I called the hostess aside. "May I ask you a question, Mrs. Nodelman?" I said, in the manner of a boy addressing his teacher "What is it?" she asked, awkwardly. "No, I won't ask any questions. I see you are angry at me." "I ain't angry at all," she returned, making an effort to look me straight in the face. "Sure?"
"But, seriously, Mr. Nodelman, I shall pay you every cent. You run absolutely no risk." I pleaded with him to grant me the accommodation unconditionally. I tried to convince him that I should contrive to do without the additional cash. But he was obdurate, and at last I took my leave "Wait a moment! What's your hurry? Are you afraid you'll be a couple of minutes longer becoming a millionaire?
The family occupied one of a small group of lingering, brownstone, private dwellings in a neighborhood swarming with the inmates of new tenement "barracks." "Glad to meechye," Mrs. Nodelman welcomed me. "Meyer should have broughchye up long ago. Why did you keep Mr. Levinsky away, Meyer? Was you afraid you might have reason to be jealous?" "That's just it. She hit it right.
There was not a single family in New York or in any other American town who would invite me to its nest and make me feel at home there. I saw a good deal of Meyer Nodelman, but he never asked me to the house. And so I was forever homesick, not for Antomir for my native town had become a mere poem but for a home I did some reading on the road.
He was a Russian, like myself. He was an ignorant tailor, as illiterate as Meyer Nodelman, but a born artist in his line. It was largely to his skill that the firm, which was doing exceedingly well, owed the beginning of its success.
"Do I believe a dog when it barks? Neither do I believe you. I curse the day when I first met you. It was the black year that brought you to us." She fell to wringing her hands and moaning: "Woe is me! Woe is me!" Finally she tiptoed out of the room and down the stairs. In my despair I longed for somebody to whom I could unbosom myself. I thought of Meyer Nodelman.
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