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I see no reason under the circumstances for trying to protect Mr. Cowperwood. We might as well try to make a point of that, if we have to. The newspapers might just as well talk loud about that as anything else. They are bound to talk; and if we give them the right angle, I think that the election might well come and go before the matter could be reasonably cleared up, even though Mr.
If she had any sense of decency she would not have anything to do with you the shameless thing." Cowperwood looked at his wife with unflinching eyes. He read in her remarks just what his observation had long since confirmed that she was sympathetically out of touch with him. She was no longer so attractive physically, and intellectually she was not Aileen's equal.
I don't want to be annoyed every fifteen minutes by a rival company coming into the field. Now, what can I do to straighten this out? Isn't there some way that you and I can come together without fighting at every step? Can't you suggest some programme we can both follow that will make things easier?" Cowperwood paused, and Gilgan thought for a long time.
And sorrow, sorrow, sorrow. The three witches that hailed Macbeth upon the blasted heath might in turn have called to Cowperwood, "Hail to you, Frank Cowperwood, master of a great railway system! Hail to you, Frank Cowperwood, builder of a priceless mansion! Hail to you, Frank Cowperwood, patron of arts and possessor of endless riches! You shall be famed hereafter."
The various street-car holdings were not asked after. But what assurance had any one that Cowperwood could be so saved? And could, or would get the money together? And if he were saved would he give the money back to Stener? If he required actual money, who would loan it to him in a time like this in case a sharp panic was imminent? What security could he give?
At this juncture his office door opened, and his very youthful office-boy presented him the card of F. A. Cowperwood. The governor had never seen him before. Cowperwood entered brisk, fresh, forceful. He was as crisp as a new dollar bill as clean, sharp, firmly limned. "Governor Swanson, I believe?" "Yes, sir." The two were scrutinizing each other defensively. "I am Mr. Cowperwood.
They cost pretty near a million apiece, those things." "I know it," said Cowperwood. "Now, do you see what I'm driving at?" "Do I see!" smiled McKenty. "That's a real idea you have, Cowperwood. I take off my hat to you. Say what you want."
You'll find you'll need that. Everybody here wants to work after a time. I notice that." Cowperwood understood and thanked Desmas profusely.
It was almost unbelievable. It was so unfair. Life was so cruel, Cowperwood so temperamentally unbalanced. Dear God! to think that this should be true! Why should he not love her? She studied her beauty in the mirror from time to time, and raged and raged. Why was her body not sufficient for him? Why should he deem any one more beautiful?
Cowperwood, so able, and rapidly becoming so distinguished, seemed to realize it. The days that had been passing had brought them somewhat closer together in spirit. He was nice to her and liked to talk to her. Whenever he was at her home now, or she was at his and he was present, he managed somehow to say a word. He would come over quite near and look at her in a warm friendly fashion.
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