City Block

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Waldo Frank, 1922 - 320 pages

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Page 107 - Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.
Page 105 - Keep quiet, Flora." I cannot move. She was clamped. But the store moved, moved. There was a black Wheel with a gleaming axle the Sun that sent light dimming down its spokes as it spun. From the rim of the Wheel where it was black, bright dust flung away as it spun. The store was a speck of bright dust. It flung straight. It moved along the velvet path of the street, touching, not merging with its night. It moved, it moved, she sat still in its moving. The store caught up with Meyer. He entered...
Page 107 - She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed, her husband also, and he praiseth her. Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
Page 105 - O there is no God. If there is God, what for? . . . He will come back and work. He will eat and work. He is kind and good. What for? When he is excited with love, doesn't he make an ugly noise with his nose? What else does he make with his love? . . . Another like Flora? God forbid. What for? She did not pull down the wide yellow shade, though it was night. The street was a ribbon of velvet blackness laid beside the hurting and sharp brightness of the store. The yellow light was hard like grains...
Page 106 - She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. "She is like the merchant ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
Page 107 - ... home. She is afraid. She says she is afraid. She is sullen and silent. She is so fair and sweet against my heart. Lord! why did her hands that held my head speak a lie? and her silent lips that she let press upon my mouth, why were they lies? Lord, I cannot understand. Lord, I pray. I must sew bread for Esther and for my child. I go to Schul at least once each Shabbas, Lord Do I not fill the deep ten Penitential Days from Rosh Ha Shonoh to Yom Ha Kippurim with seeking out of heart? He...
Page 112 - Rabinowich is still, looking at her with a deep wonder, shaking her head, unappeased in her search. She turns at last to her boy: relieved. "Come, Herbert, now. Now we really got to go." She takes his hand that he lets limply rise. She pulls him gently. "Good-night, dear ones. . . . Do come, sometimes, Esther yes?" "Thank you, Mrs. Rabinowich." Meyer says: "Let the boy come when he wants. We love to have him." His mother smiles. Of course; who would not love to have him? Good heart, fine...
Page 103 - ... itself his life. The automatic bell clangs. There in the open door was a dark tall woman : customer. Esther stood too. She felt she was shorter and less tidy: more beautiful though. Two women across the tailor-shop, seeing each other. "I came for my husband's for Mr Breddan's dress-suit.
Page 112 - You got time, I think. More time, than I." "Oh, she got time all right!" The sharp words flash from the soft mouth of Meyer, who sews and seems in no way one with the sharp words of his mouth. Esther does not look. She takes the words as if like stones they had fallen in her lap. She smiles...

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