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Epstein opened a steaming muffin, inserted a lump of butter, and pressed the halves together. "I said to my husband last night," she remarked, 'I'm glad we 'ain't got no daughters'; till they're married off and all, it ain't no fun. With my Louie, now, it's different. When he came out of the business school my husband put him in business, and now I 'ain't got no worry."
He wondered if it would be kindly taken if he should advise the old man that home and a rest in bed would brace him up a little, when Epstein began to speak. "My little girl," he said, in the rich round voice his friends loved to hear, "was born on the same day of the month that Dolly was.
Leave me, boy leave me to my grief." Lucien brushed William's hand off his shoulder and blurted out angrily, "You're crazy." "Well, I'd sooner be crazy, if I am crazy, than be sane the way you are," returned William loftily. "'Chuck' Epstein says everybody's got a looney streaker some kind; else, he says, they'd all die young. It's a tough outlook for you, Lucien," he added as he departed.
There's no place for his sort in a decent world, and I have no more regret over over exterminating him than I would have over killing a snake. Later, Miss Mayo will tell you why." Under the effect of the clear, dispassionate voice, almost natural again, Epstein began to revive. "It was self-defense," he croaked, eagerly.
Then, rising briskly, he ostentatiously stretched himself, and in loud, cheerful tones answered Rodney's steady babble. "Yes, old chap, it's all up to you," he said. "So what do you think of this as a climax for the play?" Grinning down at his pal, he waited for a reply. It did not come. Epstein was still unable to speak or move. Doris seemed to have heard the words without taking them in.
"It has been earnestly recommended to the young as a good time to start something." "Vell," Epstein's voice took on the guttural notes of his temperamental moments, "don't that mean nothin' to you?" Laurie grinned. He had caught the quick look of warning Bangs shot at the producer and it amused him. "Not yet," he said. "Not till I've had my adventure." Epstein sniffed.
The other was to tell the district attorney. I've done that, too." Bangs recoiled, as if from a physical blow. Epstein, who had slightly roused himself at the prospect of action, sank back into a stunned, goggling silence. "You've told him!" gasped Rodney, when he could speak. "Yes." Laurie was pulling himself together. "We're friends, you know, Perkins and I," he went on, more naturally.
'Why, the sculptor always surrenders colour, and the painted form. Each has to give up something for the limitation of art. But the more modern artist gives up much more likeness, beauty, a few features here and there a limb now and then. 'Ah yes. I quite see what you mean. Like the statuary of Rodin or Epstein. One sees really only half the form, as if growing out of the sketchy sculpture.
Bangs replied in the same flat notes he had used a moment before, and without changing his position; but the two words gave Laurie a shock. He did not believe that either Rodney or Epstein would contemplate a dissolution of their existing partnership; but an hour ago he would not have believed that Rodney Bangs could say to him the things he had said just now.
But God bless you both!" Under the influence of this final benediction, Epstein waddled over to the corner where Warren, very pale, and Louise Ordway, very much bored, stood surrounded by a group that included Sonya Orleneff. Firmly detaching the bridegroom from this congenial assemblage, Epstein led him to one side. "Varren," he said solemnly, "I got to congratulate you all over again.
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