As I picked my way through the crowd I watched Miss
Tevkin, who sat between Miss Siegel and one of their cavaliers.
Our eyes met, but she hastened to look away
"She has certainly made up her mind to shun me," I thought,
wretchedly. "She knows I am worth about a million, and yet she
does not want to have anything to do with me. Must be a Socialist.
The idea of a typewriter girl cutting me! Pooh! I could get a
prettier girl than she, and one well-educated, too, if I only cared
for that kind of thing in a wife. Let her stick to her beggarly
crowd!"
It all seemed so ridiculous. I was baffled, perplexed, full of
contempt and misery at once. "Perhaps she is engaged, after all," I
comforted myself, feeling that there was anything but comfort in
the reflection
I was burning to have an explanation with her, to remove any bad
impression I might have made upon her
An asphalt walk in front of the pavilion and the adjoining section
of the lawn were astir with boarders. A tall woman of thirty, of
excellent figure, and all but naked, passed along like a flame, the
men frankly gloating over her flesh.
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