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Updated: June 5, 2025
Will you wait for me?" "Won't you come on, sir?" said Jack. I noticed, then, that Jack was excited and nervous. I do not ever remember having seen him excited or nervous before, not even when he went in second wicket down in the Eton and Harrow match with seventy runs to make and an hour left to play. I held Ascher's coat for him and watched them get into the taxi together.
I like deep soft chairs and sofas to sit on. I like to have many small tables on which to lay down books, newspapers and pipes. I like thick carpets and curtains which keep out draughts. I would not live in Ascher's house, even if I were paid for doing so by being given Ascher's fortune.
She sat silent beside me and I thought that she was wondering what had happened to her husband. Just before we reached the house she spoke, and I discovered that she had all the time been thinking of something else, not Ascher's absence. "I was wrong," she said, "in condemning the cinematograph and this new invention.
Milton showed us that. What is wanted in a poet's theme is grandeur, either fine or terrible. Ascher's grip upon the world has surely that. We landed in New York and to my satisfaction I secured the rooms I usually occupy.
The position of the Aschers in England might become impossible. Gorman with his highly developed faculty for gauging the force and direction of popular opinion understood at once and thoroughly the difficulties that lay before Ascher. What he did not understand was the peculiar difficulty which Ascher felt. I responded to Mrs. Ascher's glance of appeal and tried to explain things to Gorman.
"Probably," said Gorman, "with a deposit of £25 to start with." "It's Ascher," I said, "who makes that possible." "It's Ascher," said Gorman, "who makes that necessary. If it were not for Ascher's rake-off, the tax he levies on every industry, the machine could be bought right out for the original £25 and there would be no instalments to be paid." Possibly.
They knew and understood and held the whole world in leading strings, delicate as silk, invisible, impalpable, but strong. The door of Ascher's private office opened and a man passed out. I glanced at him.
She threw her head back, flung both her arms out wide, clenched her fists tightly, and, if the expression is possible, drooped backwards from her hips. A slightly soiled light-blue overall is not the garment best suited to set off the airs and attitudes of high tragedy. But Mrs. Ascher's feelings were strong enough to transfigure even her clothes. "Money!" she said. "Oh, Money!
Ephraim cried, trying to raise his parent's hand to his lips. "Make no noise," the man repeated, in a somewhat commanding tone. With his father's hand in his, cautiously feeling his way, Ephraim led him into the room. In the room adjoining lay Viola, sleeping peacefully. ... Time was when "Wild" Ascher's welcome home had been far otherwise.
You'll want money in the end, you know." "Not much," said Gorman. "A few thousands will be enough. It isn't as if we had to manufacture anything." "If you get what you want," I said, "in small sums from a number of people, you'll be able to keep control of the thing yourself, and you needn't be afraid of Ascher. Not that I believe Ascher would swindle, you. I think Ascher's an honest man."
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