Is there anything I've done ?" "Well, that's all right, that's all right," returned Marcus as he rose from the table.

"That's all right.

I've been played for a sucker long enough, that's all.

I've been played for a sucker long enough." He went away with a parting malevolent glance.
At the corner of Polk Street, between the flat and the car conductors' coffee-joint, was Frenna's.

It was a corner grocery; advertisements for cheap butter and eggs, painted in green marking-ink upon wrapping paper, stood about on the sidewalk outside.