It recorded the subtlest change in his mood.
The notion of its being a commonplace face seemed to me absurd
now. It was a different image almost every minute, and my mental
portrait of it was as unlike my first impression of it as a motion
picture is unlike any of its component photographs
I parted from him without referring to his daughter, but I felt that I
had won his heart, and it seemed to be a matter of days when he
would invite me to his house
The next time I saw him, on an afternoon at Yampolsky's caf?
again, there was an elusive deference in his demeanor. He seemed
to me more reserved and ill at ease than he had been on the
previous occasion. Finally he said, "I had no idea you were David
Levinsky, the cloak-manufacturer."
My vanity was so flattered that I was unable to restrain my face
from betraying it. I answered, with a beaming smile, "I told you I
was in the cloak business, didn't I?"
"I don't think you did. Anyhow, I did not know what kind of a
cloak-factory yours was," he said
"What kind do you mean?" I laughed.
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