The game . Andshe, too, was trembling. In the hurt itself,which was the essence of the vigorous em-brace, she had found delight; and again sheknew sin, though she knew not its naturenor why it should be sin. Came the day, very early in their walk-ing out, when Silverstein chanced uponJoe in his store and stared at him withsaucer-eyes. Came likewise the scene. THE GAME 71 after Joe had departed, when the maternalfeelings of Mrs. Silverstein found vent ina diatribe against all prize-fighters and against JoeFleming in had Silversteinstriven to stay hisspouses wrath. Therewas nee
The game . Andshe, too, was trembling. In the hurt itself,which was the essence of the vigorous em-brace, she had found delight; and again sheknew sin, though she knew not its naturenor why it should be sin. Came the day, very early in their walk-ing out, when Silverstein chanced uponJoe in his store and stared at him withsaucer-eyes. Came likewise the scene. THE GAME 71 after Joe had departed, when the maternalfeelings of Mrs. Silverstein found vent ina diatribe against all prize-fighters and against JoeFleming in had Silversteinstriven to stay hisspouses wrath. Therewas need for herwrath. All the mater-nal feelings were hers, butnone of the maternal rights. Genevieve was aware only of the dia-tribe ; she knew a flood of abuse waspouring from the lips of the Jewess, butshe was too stunned to hear the details ofthe abuse. Joe, her Joe, was Joe Flemingthe prize-fighter. It was abhorrent, impos-sible, too grotesque to be believable. Herclear-eyed, girl-cheeked Joe might be any-. 72 THE GAME thing but a prize-fighter. She had neverseen one, but he in no way resembled herconception of what a prize-fighter must be— the human brute with tiger eyes and astreak for a forehead. Of course she hadheard of Joe Fleming — who in WestOakland had not ? — but that there shouldbe anything more than a coincidence ofnames had never crossed her mind. She came out of her daze to hear hysterical sneer, keepin*company vit a bruiser. Next, Silversteinand his wife fell to differing on noted and notorious as applicable to herlover. But he iss a good boy, Silversteinwas contending. He make der money,an* he safe der money. You tell me dat! Mrs. Silversteinscreamed. Vat you know? You know THE GAME 7Z too much. You spend good money onder prize-fighters. How you know ? Tellme dat! How you know ? I know vat I know,Silverstein held on sturdily— a thing Gene-vieve had neverbefore ^^^ ^ _ i seenhim do whenhis wife was inthe fader die,he go to wor
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