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When everything was packed the Banker left the room, returning in a moment with two of the club attendants. They carried the suit-cases outside, the Banker himself gingerly holding the bag containing the ring. "A taxi," he ordered when they were at the door. Then he went to the desk, explaining that his friends had left earlier in the evening and that they had finished with the room.
"But if some friend were to step forward." "Alas! I know none." "Mr. Walstein," said the lady, "I am rich. A loan of the requisite amount would not affect me in the least." "O madam!" cried the young man, "if you would indeed save me by such generosity, you would be an angel of mercy." "What is the amount of your loss?" inquired the lady, calmly, as she unlocked her desk.
I was at my great mahogany desk every morning, as usual, but I seldom stayed more than two hours, and even during those two hours my mind was divided between cloaks and real estate or between cloaks and Anna. Bender was practically in full charge of the business. Instead, however, of welcoming the power it gave him, he made unrelenting efforts to restore things to their former state.
"That is why I have told you what you know now." "Of course," Greta said patronisingly, "if you wish it, I shall not tell the class." Lynette deliberately put away her tools and the calf-bound volume she had been working on, and shut and locked her desk. Then she rose.
First of all, everybody sat down upon the floor, the plaintiff and defendant amicably side by side opposite to the minister's desk, and the other natives, about a hundred in number, squatted in various groups.
Nothing had been changed since the days when she used to visit her husband here on occasions of rare social importance: such as calling to take him out to luncheon, or to see that he got safely home on rainy afternoons. The big picture of a steamship still hung on the wall across the room. Her own photograph, in a silver frame, stood in one of the recesses of the desk.
Many years had passed since she had entered that office, for it had long ago seemed best to each of them that they should never meet. He had gone back to his seat at the desk with the opened books lying about him as though he had been searching one after another for the lost fountain of youth.
"While I'm here, I'll just look about and see if I can't find some way to even up that public apology she made me make." Gliding over to the open desk, she ran her eye hastily over the various papers spread out upon it. At first she found nothing of importance, but suddenly she began to laugh softly, her face lighted with malicious glee.
It was a perfume which I had distinguished but once before in my life, and that only a few hours ago. She gave her key in at the desk, received some letters, and turning round passed within a few feet of me. Perhaps she realized that I was watching her with more than ordinary attention, and her eyes fell for a moment carelessly upon mine.
"Stop, stop!" shouted Harry Somerville from his desk. "Here's an entry in Louis's account that I can't make out 30 something or other; what can it have been?" "How often," said Mactavish, going up to him with a look of annoyance "how often have I told you, Mr Somerville, not to leave an entry half finished on any account!"
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