"That's a heart what you got it," she said bitterly, "like Haman."
"Haman was a pretty good feller already compared to me," Abe declared;
"and also I got business to attend to."
"Come, Sarah," Mrs. Sheikman cried. "What's the use talking to a
bloodsucker like him!"
"Wait!" Mrs. Mashkowitz pleaded; "I want to ask him one thing more. If
Miriam got it this young feller for a husband, might you would give him
some of your work, maybe?"
"Bloodsuckers don't give no work to nobody," Abe replied firmly. "And
also will you get out of my store, or will you be put out?"
He turned on his heel without waiting for an answer and joined Morris in
the rear of the store.
Ten minutes later he was approached by Jake, the shipping-clerk.
"Mr. Potash," Jake said, "them two ladies in the show-room wants to know
if you would maybe give that party they was talking about a
recommendation to the President of the Kosciusko Bank?"
"Tell 'em," Abe said, "I'll give 'em a recommendation to a policeman
if they don't get right out of here. The only way what a feller
should deal with a nervy proposition like that, Mawruss, is to
squash it in the bud."
In matters pertaining to real estate Marks Henochstein held himself
to be a virtuoso.
"If anyone can put it through, I can," was his motto, and he tackled
the job of procuring an uptown loft for Potash & Perlmutter with the
utmost confidence.
"In the first place," he said when he called the next day, "you boys has
got too much room.
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