Martin Eden Ch 43 p415

Paul Stought

Aug 31

evolving, and she suffered a distinct shock of disappointment when Martin walked her right by a shoe-store and dived into a real estate office. What happened thereupon resided forever after in her memory as a dream. Fine gentlemen smiled at her benevolently as they talked with Martin and one another; a type-writer clicked; signatures were affixed to an imposing document; her own landlord was there, too, and affixed his signature; and when all was over and she was outside on the sidewalk, her landlord spoke to her, saying, "Well, Maria, you won't have to pay me no seven dollars and a half this month."	ivaulving, and shy sufurd u distingkt shok uv disupointmunt when Mortun waulkd hur riet bie u shoo-staur and dievd intoo u ryl istaet ofus. Whot hapund dherupon riziedud faurevur aftur in hur memury az u drym. Fien jentulmen smield at hur bunevuluntly az dhae taulkd with Mortun and wun unudhur; u tiep-rietur klikd; signuchurz wur ufiksd too an impoezing dokyumunt; hur oen landlaurd wuz dher, too, and ufiksd hiz signuchur; and when aul wuz oevur and shy wuz outsied on dhu siedwaulk, hur landlaurd spoek too hur, sa.ing, "Wel, Muryu, ue woent hav too pae my noe sevun dolurz and u haf dhis munth."
Maria was too stunned for speech.	Muryu wuz too stund faur spych.
"Or next month, or the next, or the next," her landlord said.	"Aur nekst munth, aur dhu nekst, aur dhu nekst," hur landlaurd sed.
She thanked him incoherently, as if for a favor. And it was not until she had returned home to North Oakland and conferred with her own kind, and had the Portuguese grocer investigate, that she really knew that she was the owner of the little house in which she had lived and for which she had paid rent so long.	Shy tangkd him inkoehiruntly, az if faur u faevur. And it wuz not until shy had riturnd hoem too Naurth Oeklund and kunfurd with hur oen kiend, and had dhu Paurchugyz groesur investugaet, dhat shy ryly noo dhat shy wuz dhy oenur uv dhu litul hous in which shy had livd and faur which shy had paed rent soe long.
"Why don't you trade with me no more?" the Portuguese grocer asked Martin that evening, stepping out to hail him when he got off the car; and Martin explained that he wasn't doing his own cooking any more, and then went in and had a drink of wine on the house. He noted it was the best wine the grocer had in stock.	"Whie doent ue traed with my noe maur?" dhu Paurchugyz groesur askd Mortun dhat yvning, steping out too hael him when hy got ov dhu kor; and Mortun iksplaend dhat hy wuzn't doo.ing his oen kwking eny maur, and dhen went in and had u dringk uv wien on dhu hous. Hy noetud it wuz dhu best wien dhu groesur had in stok.
"Maria," Martin announced that night, "I'm going to leave you. And you're going to leave here yourself soon. Then you can rent the house and be a landlord yourself. You've a brother in San Leandro or Haywards, and he's in the milk business. I want you to send all your washing back unwashed— understand?—unwashed, and to go out to San Leandro	"Muryu," Mortun unounsd dhat niet, "Ie'm go.ing too lyv ue. And ue'r go.ing too lyv hir yaurself soon. Dhen ue kan rent dhu hous and by u landlaurd yaurself. Ue'v u brudhur in San Lyandroe aur Haewurdz, and hy'z in dhu milk biznuz. Ie wunt ue too send aul yaur woshing bak unwoshd—undurstand?—unwoshd, and too goe out too San Lyandroe
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