"We can't fix it up. The old man 'ain't got the money and—and he can't stand it."
"For God's sake, Izzy, tell me or I'll go mad! Slow, dearie, so Renie can think and listen and help you. She's with you, darling, and nothing can hurt you. Now begin, Izzy, and go slow. What did you start to tell me about Uncle Isadore and the books? Slow, darling."
Her voice was smooth and flowing, and the hand that stroked his hair was slow and soothing; the great stream of his passion abated and he huddled quietly at her feet.
"Now begin, dearie. Uncle Isadore—what?"
"This morning, when I got down to—to the office, two men had—my books."
"Yes."
"O God! When I seen 'em, right away my heart just stopped."
'"Sh-h-h! Yes—two men had the books."
"And Uncle Isadore—Uncle Isadore—he was—he—"
"Go on!"