Mrs. Goldmark,
who had quick eyes, noticed that Melky was wearing his best clothes, and a
new silk hat, and new gloves, and had put his feet into patent-leather
boots which she secretly and sympathizingly--felt to be at least a size
too small for him. He sighed as he sat near her on the sofa--and Mrs.
Goldmark looked at him with concern.
"Such a time you have lately, Mr. Rubinstein, don't you?" she said
feelingly. "Such worries--such troubles! And the risk you ran taking that
wicked young man all by yourself--so brave of you! You'd ought to have one
of these medals what they give to folks, so!"
"You think that?" responded Melky, brightening suspiciously. "Oh, Mrs.
Goldmark, your words is like wine--all my life I been wishing some
beautiful woman would say them things to me! Now I feel like I was two
foot taller, Mrs. Goldmark! But I don't want no medals--not me. Mr.
Levendale and Mr. Purvis, they came to me and say they must give me a
reward--handsome reward, you understand, for getting back their goods. So
I say no--I won't have nothing for myself--nothing. But, I say, just so--
there is one that should be rewarded.
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