She was not pretty, but she had winning blue
eyes and her yellow waist became her. "Mr. Levinsky wants to
know if you're going to catch him with a net or with a trap."
"And how about yourself?" I demanded. "What sort of tools have
you?"
"Oh, I don't think I have a chance with a big fish like yourself," she
replied
Her companions laughed
"Well, that's only her way of fishing," said Miss Lazar. "She tells
every fellow she has no chance with him. That's her way of getting
started. You'd better look out, Mr. Levinsky."
"And her way is to put on airs and look as if she could have
anybody she wanted," retorted the one of the blue eyes
"Stop, girls," said a third, who was also interesting. "If we are
going to give away one another's secrets there'll be no chance for
any of us."
I could see that their thrusts contained more fact than fiction and
more venom than gaiety, but it was all laughed off and everybody
seemed to be on the best of terms with everybody else. I looked at
this bevy of girls, each attractive in her way, and I became aware
of the fact that I was not in the least tempted to flirt with them.
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