THE GOD OF VENGEANCE
father and as truly as you pray for the repose of his soul, — will you really marry me?
Shloyme, still stretched out.
Once I wanted to. Now I don't.
Hindel
Then it's no. That's the way I like to do things. Only no deceit. Do you want money? — Say the word. A coat? — Here's the price. Only no fooling me. (Walks off.)
Shloyme
That's all right. There are plenty of sweethearts. You'll catch your fish, all right.
Hindel, drawing aside the curtain of her compartment.
Don't give yourself any worry on my account.
Shloyme
You object, do you? Have it your way. (Pause.) But you're not too angry to pour a fellow a glass of tea, are you?
Hindel, fetches him a glass of tea from her compartment and places it upon the cellar table. She then returns to her place and sits down before her trunk of clothes, as if looking for something. After a brief silence she addresses Shloyme, from her compartment.
So you like her, eh?. . . Well, well. . . You'll soon be busy, all right, — buying towels to pad
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