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Updated: May 19, 2025
It is always depressing to know how much money other people have. You are quite right not to suffer poor devils to be depressed by you." Mrs. Yallum! thought Cassy, who said as much; "I don't know what you are talking about." "You are very intelligent. I am talking small change." Cassy gave a shrug. "Mr. Dunwoodie said I would have enough to live on. I can do as well as that myself, thank you."
Yallum, a fat Finn, who looked like a dirty horse, and who yapped at her volubly, incomprehensibly, but with such affection that Cassy, yapping back, felt less lonely as she ascended the stair. The comfort was mediocre. In the afternoon she had gone from a ruin.
There too was the gaiety of little trulls, hasty and happy on their roller-skates. While perhaps to generalise these delights, a trundled organ tossed a ragtime. The charm was certainly affecting and that charm the horn of Paliser's approaching car merely increased. Long since the letter had gone and, with it, another to Mrs. Yallum.
Since she put Harlem behind her, she had wondered and worried about him. The condition of his heart was hazardous and she had been told that any excitement might be fatal. She had worried over that, over his sudden rages at tradespeople, and she had been fearful lest Mrs. Yallum, the janitress, who spoke no known tongue, had, instead of being of use, only enraged him further.
In the former, Cassy had tried to gild the pill, yet without succeeding in disguising it. Dear Daddy: You are the best man in the world and the next best your little girl is to marry now, right away, and become Mrs. Monty Paliser. But my heart will be with you and so will Mrs. Yallum.
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