Levinsky is known for his literary tastes, you know," Shapiro
put in
"I wish I deserved the compliment," I rejoined. "Unfortunately, I
don't. I am glad I find time to read the newspapers
"The newspapers are life," observed Miss Tevkin, "and life is the
source of literature, or should be."
"'Or should be!'" Shapiro mocked her, fondly. "Is that a dig at the
popular novels?" And in an aside to me, "Miss Tevkin has no use
for them, you know."
She smiled
"Still worshiping at the shrine of Ibsen?" he asked her
"More than ever," she replied, gaily.
"I admire your loyalty, though I regret to say that I am still unable
to share your taste."
"It isn't a matter of taste," she returned. "It depends on what one is
looking for in a play or a novel."
She smiled with the air of one abstaining from a fruitless
discussion
"She's a blue-stocking," I said to myself. "Women of this kind are
usually doomed to be old maids." And yet she drew me with a
magnetic force that seemed to be beyond my power of resistance
It was evident that she enjoyed the discussion and the fact that it
was merely a pretext for the lawyer to feast his eyes on her
I wondered why a bald-headed man with a lone tuft of hair did not
repel her
A younger brother of Shapiro's, a real-estate broker, joined us.
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