ad to be dragged away from a conversation with the cigarette girl at the corner café to beg the firechief for chrissake to lay off. The first of January was a holiday; Dick and Ed and Mr. army and began to make himself felt in the gold room in downtown New York; there was more in trading in gold than in trading in muskets; so much for the Civil War. The husband of an Italian woman he'd been running round with was threaten-ing to chal enge him to a duel and he was afraid there'd be a row and he'd lose his job with the Red Cross.
An old hag's tearsmeared face looked at her bitterly out of the mirror. d she hadn't thought and before she knew it was eating with him in an Italian restaurant on 3rd Street. For a rainy day . The music and cheap colors and jiggling bod-ies of the chorus girls al seemed to hit on some raw place inside her, so that everything she saw hurt like sweet on a jumpy tooth.
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