Two subscriptions were
to be started--one for a home for aged immigrants and one for the
victims of the anti-Jewish riots in Russia--and I was expected to
contribute sums large enough to do credit to my prospective
father-in-law
The multitudinous jabber was suddenly interrupted by the sound of
scampering feet accompanied by merry shrieks. A young girl burst
from the vestibule door, closely followed by three young men. She
was about eighteen years old, well fed, of a ravishing
strawberries-and-cream complexion, her low-cut evening gown
leaving her plump arms and a good deal of her bust exposed. One
of the rocking-chairs on the porch impeding her way, she was
seized by her pursuers, apparently a willing victim, and held
prisoner. Two of her captors gripped her bare arms, while the
third clutched her by the neck. Thus they stood, the men stroking
and kneading her luscious flesh, and she beaming and giggling
rapturously. Then one of the men gathered her to him with one
arm, pressing his cheek against hers
"She's my wife," he jested.
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