mestrong-looking daughter of the
people. She had coal-black hair that curled about a low forehead. Her
eyes were dreamy and stormy. Her mouth was sweetif a trifle petulant.
``And who is she?'' he asked.
``That's Hilda Brauner'' replied Horwitz. ``Her father has a
delicatessen in Avenue A. He's very rich--owns three flat-houses. They
must bring him in at least ten thousand netnot to speak of what he makes
in the store. They're fine peoplethose Brauners; none nicer anywhere.''
``A beautiful creature'' said Feuersteinwho was feeling like a prince
whofor reasons of sordid necessityhad condescended to a party in Fifth
Avenue. ``I'd like to meet her.''
``Certainly'' replied Horwitz. ``I'll introduce her to you.''
She blushed and was painfully ill at ease in presence of his grand and
lofty courtesy--she who had been used to the offhand manners which
prevail wherever there is equality of the ######es and the custom of frank
sociability. And when he asked her to dance she would have refused had
she been able to speak at all. But he bore her off and soon made her
forget herself in the happiness of being drifted in his strong arm upon the
rhythmic billows of the waltz. At the end he led her to a se
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