You're
still a child. You need a mother. Well, but what's the use? Your
own mother--peace upon her--cannot be brought to life until the
coming of the Messiah, so do the next best thing, Levinsky. Get
married and you will have a mother--for your children. It isn't the
same kind, but you won't feel lonesome any longer."
I laughed
"Laugh away, Levinsky. But you can't help it. And the smart books
you read won't help you, either. You've got to get married whether
you want it or not. This is a bill that must be paid."
I had lunch with him a day or two after my meeting with Lucy. The
sight of his affectionate, melancholy face and the warmth of his
greeting somehow made me think of the sentimental mood in
which I had been left by that encounter
"I do feel lonesome," I said, with a smile, in the course of our chat.
"I met a girl the other day--"
"Did you?" he said, expectantly.
"Oh, she is a mere child, not the kind of girl you mean, Mr.
Nodelman. I once boarded in her mother's house. She was a mere
child then.
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