Every Soul Hath Its Song by Fannie Hurst
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"And, papa, everybody--"
"Everybody makes no difference with me. I don't work for the steamship company. For two thousand dollars what such a trip costs I can do better as Europe." "I--I just wish I hadn't ever been born." A sudden tear found its way down Mrs. Binswanger's billowy cheek. "You hear, Simon, your own daughter has to wish she had never got born." She drew her daughter upward to her wide bosom, and through the loose basque percolated the warm tears. "'Sh-h-h-h, Miriam, don't you cry." "Ach, now, Carrie--" "I tell you, Simon, I 'ain't been a wife that has made such demands on you, but I guess you think it's a comfort that a mother should hear that in society her daughter has to take a back seat." "When she 'ain't got a front seat she should take a second seat. I don't need no seat. I know worse young men as Sollie Spitz and Eddie Greenbaum what comes here to see her." "Just the same you--you said to me the other night, papa, that I never seem to meet young men like Adolph Gans, fellows who are in business for themselves." |
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