Street Scene. The Manhattan house is divided against itself. There are apartments on both sides of the hall, on every floor. The June day has been a scorcher —"Hottest July fifteent' in fawty-one yizz. Yeah. Six dead in Chicago and no relief in sight, the paper says"—and Mrs. (First Floor) Florentine, Teuton wife of the Italian music teacher, is telling Mrs. (Second Floor) Jones how she "sveat all day, took a bat and sveat some more." Abraham Kaplan, also first floor, strains his eyes, moves...
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