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Samstag looked off, her profile inclined to lift and fall as if by little pulleys of emotion. "That's easier said than done, Mr. Latz, by a widow who wants to do right by her grown daughter and living so high since the war." "I I " said Mr.
Latz liked her so, with her fragrantly coiffured head, scarcely gray, back against his shoulder and with his newspapers Wall Street journals and the comic weeklies which he liked to read would sit an entire evening thus, moving only when his joints rebelled, and his pipe smoke carefully directed away from her face.
A second time she stopped, this time to address a little nub of a woman without a hat and lugging one-sidedly a stack of men's basted waistcoats, evidently for homework in some tenement. She looked and muttered her un-understanding of whatever Carrie had to say and shambled on. Then Mrs. Latz spied her daughter, greeting her without surprise or any particular recognition.
"Foi!" said Mr. Latz, by way of somewhat unduly, perhaps, expressing his own kind of cognizance of the scented trail. "Fleur de printemps," said Mrs. Samstag, in quick olfactory analysis. "Eight-ninety-eight an ounce." Her nose crawling up to what he thought the cunning perfection of a sniff. "Used to it from home not? She is not.
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.
Latz, leaping impulsively forward on the chair that was as tightly upholstered in effect as he in his modish suit, then clutching himself there as if he had caught the impulse on the fly "I just wish I could help." "Oh!" she said, and threw up a swift, brown look from the lace making. He laughed, but from nervousness. "My little mother was an ailer too." "That's me, Mr. Latz. Not sick just ailing.
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