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`` There 's elegant weather over there and good wine to drink , and places to go and look at which they got mountains twicet as high as the Catskills , with olives and grapes growing on to 'em . '' `` I was never crazy about olives , Mawruss . '' `` Me neither , '' Morris agreed , `` but Henry is something else again , and the way that feller is talking to me in the cutting room yesterday , Abe , either he would n't be working for us three months from to-day or the steamers stops running to Italy . '' * * * * * `` Mawruss , '' Abe shouted , at ten o'clock one morning in early March , `` where was you ? '' `` Where was I ? '' Morris repeated . `` I was to the court , that 's where I was . ''