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"Well," Louis admitted, "selling houses ain't in my line? Maybe if I knew enough about it I could sell it." "But there's real-estaters what knows all about selling a house," Morris began. "You bet there is," Abe interrupted savagely. "And you could get a real-estater to sell it for you," Morris concluded with malevolent glance at his partner.
And so, if he wants to sell his house so cheap there's lots of real-estaters what know a bargain in houses when they see it. We don't, Mawruss. We ain't real-estaters. We're in the cloak and suit business, and why should Harris Rabin be looking for us to buy his house?" "He ain't looking for us, Abe," Morris went on. "That's just the point.
You got to go into the real estate business too." "Real-estaters ain't got no such trouble like we got it, Abe," Morris retorted. "There ain't no seasons in real estate, Abe. A tenement house this year is like a tenement house last year, Abe, also the year before. They ain't wearing stripes in tenement houses one year, Abe, and solid colors the next.
We meant to take back the house all the time, Louis. We was only kidding you along, Louis," he continued. "So you was only kidding me along when you told me to see them real-estaters, hey?" Louis demanded. "Sure," Abe and Morris replied. "Then you was the ones what got kidded," Louis said, "for the last time I was in town I took your advice. Do you know a feller called Michaelson?
"Forty-nine thousand is my figure, and that ain't forty-eight nine ninety-nine neither." Here he recognized Morris Perlmutter with an elaborate start and extended his hand in greeting. "Hallo, Mawruss," he said. "Them real-estaters pester the life out of a feller. 'Tain't no use your hanging around here, Henochstein," he called in sterner tones.
Why don't you make one last campaign among the real-estaters, and then if you don't succeed maybe we can do something." "That's right, Louis," Abe said. "Just try it and see what comes of it." Then Abe handed Louis a cigar and dismissed the subject, which never again arose until Louis was on his final trip.
I was by Harris Rabin's house last night, and I seen no less than three real-estaters there. They all want that house, Abe, and if they want it, why shouldn't we? Ike Magnus makes Harris an offer of forty-eight thousand five hundred while I was sitting there already, but Harris wants forty-nine for it.
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