Quick! Dora, be a good girl,
sit down and let Levinsky see how educated you are." ("Educated"
he said in English, with the accent on the "a.") "What do you
want?" his wife protested, softly. "Mr. Levinsky wants to see you
on business, and here you are bothering him with all sorts of
nonsense
"Never mind his business. It won't run away. Sit down, I say. It
won't take long." She yielded. Casting bashful side-glances at
nobody in particular, she seated herself opposite Lucy
"Well?" she said, with a little laugh
I thought her eyes looked too serious, almost angry. "Insane people
have eyes of this kind," I said to myself. I also made a mental note
of her clear, fresh, delicate complexion. Otherwise she did not
interest me in the least, and I mutely prayed Heaven to take her
out of the room
"How do you spell 'great'?" the little girl demanded
"G-r-e-a-t--great," her mother answered, with a smile
"Book?"
"B-o-o-k--book. Oh, give me some harder words."
"Laughter."
"L-a-u-g-h-t-e-r--laughter."
"Is that correct?" Margolis turned to me, all beaming.
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