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"But there was no way to go to the white man's country," said Zilla. "Did he not go down to the salt lake that is big as the sky?" Ebbits demanded. "And there was no way for him across the salt lake," said Zilla. "Save in the white man's fire-boat which is of iron and is bigger than twenty steamboats on the Yukon," said Ebbits.
"I will say that, and I mean every single last word of it!" "Oh, now, Zilla, the idea!" Mrs. Babbitt was maternal and fussy. She was no older than Zilla, but she seemed so at first. She was placid and puffy and mature, where Zilla, at forty-five, was so bleached and tight-corseted that you knew only that she was older than she looked. "The idea of talking to poor Paul like that!"
It was a speculative venture to call on the Rieslings; interesting and sometimes disconcerting. Zilla was an active, strident, full-blown, high-bosomed blonde. When she condescended to be good-humored she was nervously amusing. Her comments on people were saltily satiric and penetrative of accepted hypocrisies. "That's so!" you said, and looked sheepish.
She had been left out of a party given by Zilla. Somehow her head was on his shoulder and he was kissing away the tears and she raised her head to say trustingly, "Now that we're engaged, shall we be married soon or shall we wait?" Engaged? It was his first hint of it. His affection for this brown tender woman thing went cold and fearful, but he could not hurt her, could not abuse her trust.
He noted this carefully, because he did not wish to look at her shoulders. One shoulder was lower than the other; one arm she carried in contorted fashion, as though it were paralyzed; and behind a high collar of cheap lace there was a gouge in the anemic neck which had once been shining and softly plump. "Yes?" she said. "Well, well, old Zilla! By golly, it's good to see you again!"
But there was a little squirt of a man there probably been waiting half an hour I kind of admired the little cuss and he turns on Zilla and says, perfectly polite, 'Madam, why are you trying to push past me? And she simply God, I was so ashamed! she rips out at him, 'You're no gentleman, and she drags me into it and hollers, 'Paul, this person insulted me! and the poor skate he got ready to fight.
"You don't say anything to Zilla simply. Why, Georgie, she's almost as much of a moralist as you are, and if I told her the truth she'd believe we were going to meet some dames in New York. And even Myra she never nags you, the way Zilla does, but she'd worry. She'd say, 'Don't you WANT me to go to Maine with you?
Crowded in his car, they came driving up to Turnverein Hall, South Zenith Babbitt, his wife, Verona, Ted, and Paul and Zilla Riesling. The hall was over a delicatessen shop, in a street banging with trolleys and smelling of onions and gasoline and fried fish. A new appreciation of Babbitt filled all of them, including Babbitt.
I don't care what happened! I just want to do anything I can. I'm glad Zilla got what was coming to her." Paul said argumentatively, "Now, don't go jumping on Zilla. I've been thinking; maybe she hasn't had any too easy a time.
"I mean with women! With women, I mean. Course they got to go some to beat you in business diplomacy, but I just mean with women. Zilla may do a lot of rough talking, but she's pretty shrewd. She'd have the story out of you in no time." "Well, all right, but " Babbitt was still pathetic at not being allowed to play Secret Agent.
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