I should have willingly forfeited my trunk
and settled in another place, but Mrs. Levinsky had an
approximate knowledge of the places where I was likely to do
business and there was the danger of a scene from her. Maximum
Max's theory did not seem to count for much. But then he had said
that one must know "how to go about it." Perhaps I had been too
hasty.
Late in the afternoon of that day Mrs. Levinsky came to see me.
Pretending to be passing along on some errand, she paused in
front of my cart, accosting me pleasantly
"I'll bet you are angry with me," she said, smiling broadly
"I am not angry at all," I answered, with feigned moroseness. "But
you certainly have a tongue. Whew! And, well, you can't take a
joke."
"I did not mean to hurt your feelings, Mr. Levinsky. May my luck
be as good as is my friendship for you. I certainly wish you no
evil. May God give me all the things I wish you. I just want you to
behave yourself. That's all. I am so much older than you, anyhow.
Look for somebody of your own age.
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