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A bar of scant metropolitan sunshine, miraculously let in by a cleft between two skyscrapers, lay at the feet of the bride. Slightly arear of them: Mr. Louis Slupsky; Mr. Samuel Kahn, with a tinge the color of apoplexy in his face; and Miss Sylvette de Long, her face thrust forward as if she heard melody. The voice of the magistrate rose like a bird in slow flight, then settled to a brief drone.
"Yah, it's my New-Year's resolution to tell the truth for thirty minutes if I'm bounced for it. If you got to know it, it's a ten-per-cent. rake-off for us girls on every bottle of golden vichy you boys blow us to." "Honest, Sylvette, you're wearing scrambled eggs instead of brains to-night. Why don't you cry a few brinies for the gemmemen while you're at it!" That so quickened Mr.
"You let that kid alone," said Miss Sylvette de Long, in a tone not part of her role. "When the traffic policeman sticks up his mitt it's time to halt, see?" Lines not before discernible in Miss De Long's face had long since begun to creep out, smoky shadows beneath her eyes and a sunburst of fine lines showing through the powder like stencil designs. "Come on, Herm.
"I had a friend out there Joe Kelsannie, of Albuquerque. Remember him, Sylvette?" "Do I!" "I'm going out there myself some day if the going's good, and get me a cowboy west of Newark." Mr. Loeb leaned forward, smiling into her quick-fire eyes. "I'll take you!" "Stick her on your watch-fob, Herman." "No, sirree, I'll take her life size." "Watch out, Hermie; remember the upside-down postage stamp!"
Ain't there no wear out to you?" The yellow curls to his right bounced sharply. "He asks if there's a wear out to us, Cleone? I wish it to you this minute, Baldy, that you had the muscles in the back of my legs. I guess you think it's choice for us girls to come out on the floor after the show!" "Sylvette!"
Say, and it couldn't happen to me!" "Herman, man, I tell you you're off your head. Think once of your home ma, Etta, grandma with a goy girl that " "Easy there, Baldy, you're adding up wrong. You and her both celebrates the same Sundays. If anybody should ask you for Sylvette de Long's birth certificate, look it up under the P's. Birdie Pozner. It's the same with my friend.
Of course about them she always speaks German, for it's much more difficult to say it in French, and probably Dora would not understand it and then Mad. would only have to translate it. She is called Sylvia and he calls her Sylvette. Mad. says that if one is madly in love with a man one does whatever he asks.
I carried her off like a partridge. Don't cry, little Jingle Bells! To-morrow night we leave for New York, and when I come back you're going to stay on with " "Sylvette says " "With friends, indefinitely. Don't cry, little Jingle Bells, don't! 'Sh-h-h, ma! There, didn't I tell you you'd rouse grandma!"
"Don't stint, and remember how easily you get cold from draughts." "I won't. I will." "If you find yourself too crowded in that room with your friend, get a better one farther away from the theaters, where it isn't so noisy maybe by yourself." "I'll see." "You won't be afraid to go back to that room now, with Sylvette still at the show?" "N-no."
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