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There's a sleeping-car that will get me there by morning: Mr. Stoller likes zeal. But I hope you'll let me be of use to you any way I can, before we part tomorrow." "You're very kind. You've been very good already to papa." He protested that he had not been at all good. "But he's used to taking care of himself on the other side. Oh, it's this side, now!" "So it is! How strange that seems!
I don't believe he could have ever got forward in politics; he's too honest or he isn't dishonest in the right way. But that doesn't let me out. I don't defend myself! I did wrong; I behaved badly. But I've suffered for it. "I've had a foreboding all the time that it would come to the worst, and felt like a murderer with his victim when I've been alone with Stoller.
She could not believe he did so by inspiration, but she had since let him take the brunt of all such issues and the responsibility. He made no reply, and she said: "I suppose you'll admit now there was always something peculiar in the poor boy's manner to Stoller." He would confess no more than that there ought to have been.
They all, however, treated his letter on the city government of Carlsbad as the praise of municipal socialism, and the paper which had fun with him gleefully congratulated the dangerous classes on the accession of the Honorable Jacob to their ranks. Stoller read the articles, one after another, with parted lips and gathering drops of perspiration on his upper lip, while Burnamy waited on foot.
I know she is dead in love with him; but she could only have accepted him conditionally." "Conditionally to his making it all right with Stoller?" "Stoller? No! To her father's liking it." "Ah, that's quite as hard. What makes you think she accepted him at all?" "What do you think she was crying about?" "Well, I have supposed that ladies occasionally shed tears of pity.
You have always accused me of suspecting people, and attributing bad motives; and here you've refused even to give the poor man the benefit of the doubt. He merely wanted to save his savage pride with you, and that's all he wants to do with Burnamy. How could it hurt the poor boy to know that Stoller doesn't blame him? Why should you refuse to give his message to Burnamy?
If the statistics were accessible, it might be found that many potential engagements hovered in a doubtful air, and before they touched the earth in actual promise were dissipated by the play of meteorological chances. When General Triscoe put down his napkin in rising he said that he would step round to Pupp's and see if Stoller were still there. But on the way he stepped up to Mrs.
Some were grave and some were gay; one indignantly denounced; another affected an ironical bewilderment; the third simply had fun with the Hon. Jacob Stoller.
But if a man came to you, and offered to be your slave for a certain consideration say a comfortable house, and a steady job, that wasn't too hard should you feel it morally right to accept the offer? I don't say think it right, for there might be a kind of logic for it." Stoller seemed about to answer; he hesitated; and before he had made any response, the curtain rose.
"Of course he had to refuse, and he has behaved like a gentleman so far. But that doesn't justify him in having let Stoller get himself into the scrape." "No," said March. "It's a tough nut for the casuist to try his tooth on. And I must say I feel sorry for Stoller." Mrs. March plucked her hand from his arm. "I don't, one bit. He was thoroughly selfish from first to last.
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