“Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. In the middle of the little town stood the shop of a Jew dealer in old clothes. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. Promise me that you’ll contact the police if she ever calls you on the phone, or worse, shows up at your school. “Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft blackness. For this he was prepared; but he was not prepared for the almost insurmountable obstacles which it presented. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. Until at last I persuaded him to go to bed. "I understand," she said.
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