Close Up (Jul-Dec 1928)

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CLOSE UP to come back to you. O, this street, our eyes cry, how we know it. How much a street and how more than a street it is. The girl wakes late next morning. Nielsen is getting breakfast ready. Her beetleish bodice is now a bright, white w^ooUy. She has brightened the room. She is brighter herself ^ as she sets the tea-cosey that you feel she does not ordinarily use. This means something, at last. She is, as she tells the girl, pincee. Pittschaw comes out. He wishes to go, to pay m the ordinary manner. We know what Nielsen's eyes do to us, w^e are watching them, so we know v/hat will happen. "There is no need. You can stay here as long as you like". She has collected her savings, wrapped up in stays, from which, she took last night to pay off Hom-olka, to buy a confectioners' that is for sale. She goes out, persuading the girl not to enter her room while she is away. She knows this "each-for-her self" too well. Smartened, less sinister, she visits the shop. Over a cup of coffee, it is settled. Over a cup of coffee in her room, Homolka has put things to Pittschaw. We share Lea. We the boy looks at Homolka. We What was he feeling for Lea before ? We do not know. Lea is old. Much more my style, says Homolka. The fluffy girl is yours. So the boy does not know" the girl ? Lea has been careful I Homolka fetches the girl . She struts her stuff. Last night's streamers fly around, linking them both up, hang down from the lamp. Very fine acting here by Pittschaw. The door of her room closes on what she has taken from Lea's room. 35