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"The fact is," Morris said, "I am coming to see you in a business way, and if you got time I'd like to say a little something to you."
"Come inside," Uncle Mosha grunted. He thought he discerned a furtive timidity in his visitor's manner strongly indicative of an impending touch.
"In the first place," he began, after Morris was seated, "I ain't got so much money which people think I got it."
"I never thought you did," said Morris, and Uncle Mosha glared in response.
"But I ain't no beggar neither, y'understand," he retorted. "I got a little something left, anyhow."
"Sure, I know," Morris agreed; "but what you have got or what you ain't got is neither here or there. I am coming over this morning to ask you something, a question."
Here he paused. He had not yet determined what the question would be, and it occurred to him that, unless it were sufficiently momentous to account for his presence on the lower East Side during the busiest hours of a business day, Uncle Mosha would show him the door.
"Go ahead and ask it, then," Uncle Mosha broke in impatiently. "I couldn't sit here all day."
"The fact is," Morris said slowly, and then his mind reverted to the brass plate on the door and he at once proceeded with renewed confidence—"the fact is I am coming over here to ask you something, a question which a friend of mine would like to buy a property on the East Side."