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He kissed her again so that her hat tilted backward, straining at its pins. "Hope to die and lose my luck." "My own preciousness!" she said, her eyes tear-glazed and yearning up into his. "'Sh-h, Pussy; here comes Sol Sopinsky to hurry me on board. Funny the Pelz crowd don't show up. Quit it! Here they come! That's their car. Cut it quick!"
Miriam Sopinsky, dim with years and the kind of weariness of the flesh that Rembrandt knew so well, her face even yellower beneath the black wig with the bold row of machine-stitching down its center, the hands veiny and often uncertain among the dishes. "Roody, cut up mamma's chicken for her. She trembles so." "Moms, let Williams." "No; she likes it when your father does it." Mr.
"Good-by, Lester good-by, darling cable every day by good-by boy!" "Good-by, little Reddie! Thanks for the beautiful fruits and letters. Good-by, Mr. Pelz!" "Play fair in the picture, Spencer. Don't hog the scenes. Help instead of hinder Sopinsky." "Indeed I will, sir! Good-by, Mrs. Pelz!" "Good-by, Lester! God bless you, my boy! Take care of yourself, and remember my little girl is "
Rosa Sopinsky Pelz, on an evening when the air rose sultry, stale, and even garbage-laden from a cat-and-can-infested courtyard, flashed her quick smile toward that opening door, her week-old infant suckling at her breast. "You ought to seen, Roody; she laughed! Puckered herself up into the cutest little grin when mamma left just now." Mr.
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