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The situation exhilarated him: Grace with her new air of virtue, her new aloofness; his comfortable car; Johnny Rosenfeld's discreet back and alert ears. The adventure had all the thrill of a new conquest in it. He treated the girl with deference, did not insist when she refused a cigarette, felt glowingly virtuous and exultant at the same time.
I had thought her to be about twenty-two, for, pretty and fresh as she was, she looked every day of it, but I found out later that she was not then eighteen. We had not been long getting acquainted that is, as well acquainted as was possible in a busy shop like Rosenfeld's.
So they planned, calmly ignorant that poor Christine's story and Tillie's and Johnny Rosenfeld's and all the others' were already written among the things that are, and the things that shall be hereafter. "You are very good to me," said Sidney. When she rose, K. Le Moyne sprang to his feet.
With a healthy man they could have tried more vigorous measures could have forced him to his feet and walked him about, could have beaten him with knotted towels dipped in ice-water. But the wrecked body on the bed could stand no such heroic treatment. It was Le Moyne, after all, who saved Johnny Rosenfeld's life.
In all our weeks of acquaintanceship no occasion had arisen whereby Bessie should mention where she lived. I thought of Rosenfeld's. Perhaps some one there might know, and we took a Broadway car up-town. But Miss Higgins was away on her vacation, and none of the girls who still remained in the flower-shop knew any more about Bessie's whereabouts than I did. Thus it is in the busy, workaday world.
When the car drew up before the Schwitter place, he slipped a five-dollar bill into Johnny Rosenfeld's not over-clean hand. "I don't mind the ears," he said. "Just watch your tongue, lad." And Johnny stalled his engine in sheer surprise. "There's just enough of the Jew in me," said Johnny, "to know how to talk a lot and say nothing, Mr. Howe."
Bessie had been my "learner" at Rosenfeld's. I still remember her exactly as I saw her that first time, a slender little figure bending over the work-table.
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