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by Anzia Yezierska (Author)
It was a bright Sunday afternoon in May, and into the gray, cheerless, janitor's basement a timid ray of sunlight announced the dawn of spring. "Oi weh Light " breathed Shenah Pessah, excitedly, throwing open the sash. "A little light in the room for the first time " And she stretched out her hands hungrily for the warming bit of sun. The happy laughter of the shopgirls standing on the stoop with their beaux and the sight of the young mothers with their husbands and babies fanned anew the consuming fire in her breast. "I'm not jealous " she gasped, chokingly. "My heart hurts too deep to want to tear from them their luck to happiness. But why should they live and enjoy life and why must I only look on how they are happy?" She clutched at her throat like one stifled for want of air.
