says Jessie Malone to the eager gentleman as he negotiates with her in the downstairs smoking parlor. “And on a Thursday, which, I’ll have you know, is my most magnetic day.” “Magnetic day?” says the gentleman, feigning surprise. Jessie knows very well that his wife, who also consults with the famed spiritualist Madame De Cassin, surely possesses a most magnetic day herself. You don’t blow it in on a magnetic day. Still, if Mrs. Heald was more of a slut and less of a shrew, Mr. Heald might not be speaking so eagerly with Jessie right now. “What the devil is your ‘magnetic day’?” “Sure and it’s the day when I speak with the sweet spirits.” The bell chimes. “Ah! There’s someone at the door.” Mr. Heald twirls the graying tufts of his tremendous mustache and smirks. How transparent men are. Plotting how he can convince her otherwise. He would not dare broach the topic of the increase in the civic contribution he delivers for her to certain persons in the mayor’s office.
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