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Even in his busy broker's office, this desire could cut him like a swift lance. He liked their taper and their rosy pointedness, those fingers, and the dry, neat way they had of stepping in between the threads. Mr. Latz's nails were manicured, too, not quite so pointedly, but just as correctly as Mrs. Samstag's. But his fingers were stubby and short. Sometimes he pulled at them until they cracked.
Samstag's brow, and talked, these two, deep into the stilliness of the hotel night. "I'm going to be the best wife to him, Alma. You see, the woman that marries Louis has to measure up to the grand ideas of her he got from his mother." "You were a good wife once, mamma. You'll be it again." "That's another reason, Alma; it means my cure. Living up to the ideas of a good man." "Mamma!
Samstag's lips parted, her teeth showing through like light. "Oh," she said, "sable! That's my fur, Loo. I've never owned any, but ask Alma if I don't stop to look at it in every show window. Sable!" "Carrie would you could you I'm not what you would call a youngster in years, I guess, but forty-four isn't " "I'm forty-one, Louis. A man like you could have younger." "No. That's what I don't want.
Come to me, Alma, stay with me close. He asked me tonight." "What?" "You know. Haven't you seen it coming for weeks? I have." "Seen what?" "Don't make mama come out and say it. For eight years I've been as grieving a widow to a man as a woman could be. But I'm human, Alma, and he asked me tonight." There was a curious pallor came over Miss Samstag's face, as if smeared there by a hand.
The quick suspecting fear that had motivated Miss Samstag's groping along the beaded hand bag shot out again in her manner. "Mamma you haven't ?" "No, no! Don't nag me. It's something else, Alma. Something mamma is very happy about." "Mamma, you've broken your promise again." "No! No! No! Alma, I've been a good mother to you, haven't I?" "Yes, mamma, yes, but what "
The quick suspecting fear that had motivated Miss Samstag's groping along the beaded hand-bag shot out again in her manner. "Mama you haven't?" "No, no. Don't nag me. It's something else, Alma. Something mama is very happy about." "Mama, you've broken your promise again." "No. No. No. Alma, I've been a good mother to you, haven't I?" "Yes, mama, yes, but what "
You can put a fish in water but you cannot make him swim. That's me and hotel life." At this somewhat cryptic apothegm Mr. Latz's knee touched Mrs. Samstag's, so that he sprang back full of nerves at what he had not intended. "Marry me, Carrie," he said more abruptly than he might have, without the act of that knee to immediately justify. She spread the lace out on her lap.
They were darkening now and she put up two fingers with a little pressing movement to her temple. "You're a great little woman," reiterated Mr. Latz, rather riveting even Mrs. Samstag's suspicion that here was no great stickler for variety of expression. "I try to be," she said, his tone inviting out in her a mood of sweet forbearance.
Samstag's suspicion that here was no great stickler for variety of expression. "And a great sufferer, too," he said, noting the pressing fingers. She colored under this delightful impeachment. "I wouldn't wish one of my neuralgia spells to my worst enemy, Mr. Latz." "If you were mine I mean if the say was mine, I wouldn't stop until I had you to every specialist in Europe.
Miss Samstag's voice thickened up then quite frantically into a little scream that knotted in her throat, and she was suddenly so small and stricken that, with a gasp for fear she might crumple up where she stood, Mrs. Samstag leaned forward, catching her again by the sash. "Alma!" It was only for an instant, however.
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