I had never noticed these things before, but on the morning
following the above supper I did. As I opened my eyes and saw
her bare, fleshy arms held out toward the little kerosene-stove I
thought of my resolve to kiss her
She was humming something in a very low voice. To let her know
that I was awake I stretched myself and yawned audibly. Her
voice rose. It was a song from a well-known Jewish play she was
singing
"Good mornings Mrs. Levinsky," I greeted her, in a familiar tone
which she now heard for the first time from me. "You seem to be
in good spirits this morning."
She was evidently taken aback. I was the last man in the world she
would have expected to address a remark of this kind to her
"How can you see it?" she asked, with a side-glance at me
"Have I no ears? Don't I hear your beautiful singing?"
"Beautiful singing!" she said, without looking at me
After a considerable pause I said, awkwardly, "You know, Mrs.
Levinsky, I dreamed of you last night!"
"Did you?"
"Aren't you interested to know something more about it?" "I
dreamed of telling you that you are a good-looking lady," I
pursued, with fast-beating heart
"What has got into that fellow?" she asked of the kerosene-stove.
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