Nor did she seem to be particularly interested in anybody else on
the floor. As I scrutinized the men of her "set" I said to myself:
"They seem to be school-teachers or writers, or beginning
physicians, perhaps. They probably make less than one-third of
what I pay Bender. Yet they freely talk and joke with her, while I
cannot even get near her."
Miss Lazar, half naked, had been dancing with various partners,
most of all with a freckled lad of sixteen or seventeen who looked
as though he were panting to kiss her. She and I had exchanged
smiles and pleasantry, but in her semi-nudity she was far less
prepossessing than she had been in the afternoon, and I had an
uncontrollable desire to announce it to her, or to hurt her in some
other way. Finally, seeing a vacant seat by my side, she abruptly
broke away from the freckled youth and took it
"You'll have to excuse me, Ben," she said. "I'm tired."
Ben looked the picture of despair
"Don't cry, Ben. Go out and take a walk, or dance with some other
girl."
"Is this your catch after many days of fishing?" I asked
"Nope.
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