No junk, hey?
But you're welcome for all that.

You'll have a drink, won't you ?" He led her into his back room and got down the whiskey bottle and the broken red tumbler.
After the two had drunk together Maria produced the gold "tape." Zerkow's eyes glittered on the instant.

The sight of gold invariably sent a qualm all through him; try as he would, he could not repress it.
His fingers trembled and clawed at his mouth; his breath grew short.
"Ah, ah, ah!" he exclaimed, "give it here, give it here; give it to me, Maria.

That's a good girl, come give it to me." They haggled as usual over the price, but to-night Maria was too excited over other matters to spend much time in bickering over a few cents.
"Look here, Zerkow," she said as soon as the transfer was made, "I got something to tell you.

A little while ago I sold a lottery ticket to a girl at the flat; the drawing was in this evening's papers.