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Ottenburg had greeted Thea in German, and as she replied in the same language, Archie joined Mr. Landry at the window. "You know Mr. Ottenburg, he tells me?" Mr. Landry's eyes twinkled. "Yes, I regularly follow him about, when he's in town. I would, even if he didn't send me such wonderful Christmas presents: Russian vodka by the half-dozen!" Thea called to them, "Come, Mr.
Jadwin lost a great deal of money. I heard some one behind me say so, but I couldn't understand what was going on. For months I've been trying to get a clear idea of wheat trading, just because it was Landry's business, but to-day I couldn't make anything of it at all." "Did Curtis say he was coming home this evening?" "No. Don't you understand, I didn't see him to talk to."
They had never played together she and the little daughter for whom she had toiled and sacrificed. Landry's voice broke in upon her meditations: "I should like to meet Cecily." Mrs. Beale switched him away from the topic expeditiously. He should not see her as yet in the bosom of her family. He should not. He should not see Cecily with her air of mature motherliness.
The great corner smashed! Jadwin busted! Cheer followed cheer, hats went into the air. Men danced and leaped in a frenzy of delight. Young Landry Court, who had stood by Jadwin in the Pit, led his defeated captain out. Jadwin was in a daze he saw nothing, heard nothing, but submitted to Landry's guidance. From the Pit came the sound of dying cheers. "They can cheer now all they want.
Miss Danton rarely addressed her, but the Captain's cordiality made amends for that. "I must see that brother of yours to-day, Grace," he said, "and get him to come up here. The Curé, too, is a capital fellow I beg his pardon I must bring them both up to dinner. Are the Ponsonbys, and the Landry's, and the Le Favres in the old places yet?" "Yes, sir."
Watch the Crookes crowd pretty closely. I understand they're up to something again. That's all, I guess." Landry and the other Gretry traders hurried from the office up to the floor. Landry's heart was beating thick and slow and hard, his teeth were shut tight. Every nerve, every fibre of him braced itself with the rigidity of drawn wire, to meet the issue of the impending hours.
But, playing the only ace that would allow him to score again, Paul Landry announced coldly, laying on the table four queens of spades and four knaves of diamonds: "Four thousand five hundred!" This was the final stroke. The last hand had wiped out, by eight thousand points, the possessions of Landry's adversary.
"Landry's the only fellow I know in this country who can do that sort of thing," Fred went on. "Like the best English ballad singers. He can sing even popular stuff by higher lights, as it were." Thea nodded. "Yes; sometimes I make him sing his most foolish things for me. It's restful, as he does it. That's when I'm homesick, Dr. Archie." "You knew him in Germany, Thea?" Dr.
And in the heart of this confusion, in this downward rush of the price, Luck, the golden goddess, passed with the flirt and flash of glittering wings, and hardly before the ticker in Gretry's office had signalled the decline, the memorandum of the trade was down upon Landry's card and Curtis Jadwin stood pledged to deliver, before noon on the last day of May, one million bushels of wheat into the hands of the representatives of the great Bulls of the Board of Trade.
He'll be in consultation here with Matt and me for an hour yet." "I just wanted to know, Mr. Skinner, whether all those cablegrams to Captain Landry, of the Altair, are to be charged to general expense, Captain Landry's personal account, or to the Altair." "It seems to me you should charge them to Captain Landry, Hankins," Mr. Skinner spoke up.
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