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作者:童舟      更新:2022-05-26 20:34      字数:9321
  slowly homeit was late and there would be more business than Hilda and
  August   could   attend      to。    As   they   crossed   Third   Street   Brauner   said:
  ‘‘Hilda must go and tell him to come。            This is her doing。''
  ‘‘But   she   can't   do   that;''   objected   Mrs。   Brauner。 ‘‘She'd   say   it   was
  throwing herself at his head。''
  ‘‘Not   if   I   send   her?''   Brauner   frowned   with   a   seeming   of   severity。
  ‘‘Not if I; her father; send herfor two chickens; as we're out?''               Then he
  laughed。      His fierceness was the family  joke when Hilda was small she
  used to say; ‘‘Now; get mad; father; and make little Hilda laugh!''
  Hilda   was   behind   the   counter;   a   customer   watching   with   fascinated
  eyes the graceful; swift movements of her arms and hands as she tied up a
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  bundle。     Her   sleeves   were   rolled   to   her   dimpled   elbows;   and   her   arms
  were round and strong and white; and her skin was fine and smooth。                     Her
  shoulders were wide; but not square; her hips were narrow; her wrists; her
  hands; her head; small。         She   looked healthy  and vigorous   and useful   as
  well as beautiful。
  When   the   customers   had   gone   Brauner   said:       ‘‘Go   up   to   Schwartz
  and Heilig; daughter; and ask them for two two…pound chickens。                    And tell
  Otto Heilig you'll be glad to see him to…morrow。''
  ‘‘But    we    don't   need    the   chickens;    now。     We''     Hilda's     brow
  contracted and her chin came out。
  ‘‘Do as I tell you;'' said her father。
  ‘‘MY children shall not sink to the disrespect of these days。''
  ‘‘But I shan't be here to…morrow!          I've made another engagement。''
  ‘‘You   SHALL  be   here   to…morrow!          If   you   don't   wish   young   Heilig
  here   for   your   own   sake;   you   must   show   consideration   for   your   parents。
  Are they to be deprived of their Sunday afternoon?                You have never done
  this before; Hilda。      You have never forgotten us before。''
  Hilda   hung   her   head;   after   a   moment   she   unrolled   her   sleeves;   laid
  aside her apron and set out。         She was repentant toward her father; but she
  felt that Otto was to blame。          She determined to make him suffer for it
  how easy it was to make him suffer; and how pleasant to feel that this big
  fellow     was    her   slave!    She     went    straight    up   to  him。     ‘‘So    you
  complained   of   me;   did   you?''  she  said   scornfully;   though   she  knew   well
  that he   had not;  that he   could   not have   done   anything that   even   seemed
  mean。
  He flushed。      ‘‘Nono;'' he stammered。          ‘‘No; indeed; Hilda。        Don't
  think''
  She    looked    contempt。     ‘‘Well;     you've   won。    Come      down     Sunday
  afternoon。      I suppose I'll have to endure it。''
  ‘‘Hilda;   you're   wrong。     I   will   NOT   come!''    He   was   angry;   but   his
  mind   was   confused。       He   loved   her   with   all   the   strength   of   his   simple;
  straightforward       nature。     Therefore he appeared at his worst before her
  usually either incoherent or dumb。            It was not surprising that whenever it
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  was suggested that only a superior man could get on so well as he did; she
  always   answered:       ‘‘He   works   twice   as   hard   as   any   one   else;   and   you
  don't need much brains if you'll work hard。''
  She now cut him short。         ‘‘If you don't come I'll have to suffer for it;''
  she said。     ‘‘You MUST come!            I'll not be glad to see you。        But if you
  don't come I'll never speak to you again!''            And she left him and went to
  the other counter and ordered the chickens from Schwartz。
  Heilig was wretched;another of those hideous dilemmas over which
  he had been stumbling like a drunken man in a dark room full of furniture
  ever since he let his mother go to Mrs。 Brauner and ask her for Hilda。                 He
  watched Hilda's splendid back; and fumbled about; upsetting bottles and
  rattling    dishes;   until   she   went   out   with    a  glance    of  jeering    scorn。
  Schwartz burst out laughing。
  ‘‘Anybody  could   tell   you   are   in   love;''   he   said。 ‘‘Be   stiff   with   her;
  Otto; and you'll get her all right。        It don't do to let a woman see that you
  care   about   her。   The   worse   you   treat   the   women   the   better   they  like   it。
  When they used to tell my father about some woman being crazy over a
  man; he always used to say; ‘What sort of a scoundrel is he?'                   That was
  good sense。''
  Otto made no reply。         No doubt these maxims were sound and wise;
  but how was he to apply them?            How could he pretend indifference when
  at sight of her he could open his jaws only enough to chatter them; could
  loosen his tongue only enough to roll it thickly about?               ‘‘I can work;'' he
  said to himself;  ‘‘and I can pay  my  debts and have   something over; but
  when it comes to love I'm no good。''
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  CHAPTER II
  BRASS OUTSHINES GOLD
  Hilda    returned    to  her  father's  shop   and  was   busy   there   until  nine
  o'clock。    Then Sophie Liebers came and they went into the Avenue for a
  walk。    They     pushed    their  way   through    and   with  the  throngs    up  into
  Tompkins   Squarethe   center   of   one   of   the   several   vast   districts;   little
  known because little written about; that contain the real New York and the
  real   New   Yorkers。    In   the   Square   several   thousand   young   people   were
  promenading; many of the girls walking in pairs; almost all the young men
  paired off; each with a young woman。           It was warm; and the stars beamed
  down upon the hearts of young lovers; blotting out for them electric lights
  and    surrounding     crowds。    It  caused    no   comment      there   for  a  young
  couple to walk hand in hand; looking each at the other with the expression
  that makes commonplace eyes wonderful。               And when the sound of a kiss
  came     from   a  somewhat     secluded    bench;   the  only   glances   east  in  the
  direction whence it had come were glances of approval or envy。
  ‘‘There's Otto Heilig dogging us;'' said Hilda to Sophie; as they walked
  up and down。       ‘‘Do you wonder I hate him?''          They talked in American;
  as did all the young people; except with those of their elders who could
  speak only German。
  Sophie was silent。      If Hilda had been noting her face she would have
  seen a look of satisfaction。
  ‘‘I can't bear him;'' went on Hilda。        ‘‘No girl could。      He's so stupid
  andand common!''         Never before had she used that last word in such a
  sense。    Mr。 Feuerstein had begun to educate her。
  Sophie's   unobserved   look   changed   to   resentment。      ‘‘Of   course   he's
  not equal to Mr。 Feuerstein;'' she said。         ‘‘But he's a very nice fellowat
  least for an ordinary girl。''     Sophie's father was an upholsterer; and not a
  good one。      He owned no tenements was barely able to pay the rent for a
  small   corner   of   one。  Thus   her   sole   dower   was   her   pretty   face   and   her
  cunning。     She   had   an   industrious;   scheming;   not   overscrupulous   brain
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  andher   hopes   and   plans。      Nor   had   she   time   to   waste。   For   she   was
  nearer twenty…three than twenty…two; at the outer edge of the marriageable
  age of Avenue A; which believes in an early start at what it regards as the
  main business of lifethe family。
  ‘‘You surely couldn't marry such a man as Otto!'' said Hilda absently。
  Her eyes were searching the crowd; near and far。
  Sophie     laughed。     ‘‘Beggars     can't   be  choosers;''   she   answered。     ‘‘I
  think   he's   all  rightas   men   go。    It   wouldn't   do   for   me   to   expect   too
  much。''
  Just then Hilda caught sight of Mr。 Feuersteinthe godlike head; the
  glorious hair; the graceful hat。        Her manner changedher eyes brightened;
  her   cheeks   reddened;   and   she   talked   fast   and   laughed   a   great   deal。 As
  they passed near him she laughed loudly and called out