I  straigairs, got took it do it in front of  settled t. Or so I imagined until t morning or. Rat and carried it back to my room, acapitulation t did not lessen my resolve to put ly absolutely out of mylife. S;a crude exionist,quot; quot;a time er,quot; quot;an utter fakequot;:someone never to be spoken to again.

    And I didnt. Not for a long o Joe Bells, I . At one point, Madame Sappura and roller-skating ent ed a petition among tones otenants asking to join ly evicted: s;morallyobjectionablequot; and t;perpetrator of all-nig endangered ty and sanity of ; to sign, secretly I felt MadameSpanella o complain. But ition failed, and as April approacs y sounds, tini laug emanated from Apt. 2.

    It y to encounter suspicious specimens among etrary; but one day late t spring, ibule, I noticed a very provocative man examining ies stainedgray , and , a pale blue, oo loosely on o entionof ringing  rubbing afinger across ttering of her name.

    t evening, on my o supper, I saanding acrosstreet, leaning against a tree and staring up at erspeculations rusective? Or some under connected omato? tuation revived mytenderer feelings for  o interrupt our feud long enougo  to Seventy-ninttentionfocused on me. Presently,  turning my  ling. Not any ordinary tune, but tive,prairie melody imes played on ar: Dont  ravelin tures of tlingcontinued across Park Avenue and up Madison. Once, raffic ligo cc of tooped to pet a sleazyPomeranian. quot;ts a fine animal you got t; old trified dr