She says she heard you say some clever things."
"Did she?"
"Still, your letter was a surprise to her. She had not thought you
capable of writing such things."
What really had occurred between father and daughter concerning
my desire to call I never learned
Tevkin's house was apparently full of Socialism. Indeed, so was
the house of almost every intellectual family among our
immigrants. I hated and dreaded that world as much as ever and I
dreaded Miss Tevkin more than ever, but, moth-like, I was drawn
to the flame with greater and greater force. I went to the Tevkins'
with the feeling of one going to his doom
CHAPTER IV THE family occupied a large, old, private house in
the Harlem section of Fifth Avenue, a locality swarming with our
people. I called at 8 in the evening. It was in the latter part of
March, nearly eight months after my unfortunate experience in the
Catskills. I was received in the hall by Tevkin. He took me into a
spacious parlor whose walls were lined with old book-cases and
book-stands.
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