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What had occurred nobody knew, but thereafter there developed a slight antagonism between the two operators. Ault went no more to consult the elder man, and they had two or three little bouts, in which Mavick did not get the best of it. This was not an unusual thing in the Street. Mr. Ault never expressed his opinion of Mr.
There are people also who hold that the moral atmosphere of the world does not require the occasional intervention of Murad Ault. The conceit is flattering to human nature, but it is not borne out by the performance of human nature in what is called the business world, which is in such intimate alliance with the social world in such great centres of conflict as London, New York, or Chicago. Mr.
No other boy in the winter could skate like Murad Ault, with such strength and grace and recklessness thin ice and thick ice were all one to him, but he skated along, dashing in and out, and sweeping away up and down the river in a whirl of vigor and daring, like a black marauder.
It was this fortune, the stake in such an ambition, or perhaps destined in a new possessor to a nobler one, that came in the way of Mr. Ault's extensive schemes. It is not necessary to infer that Mr. Ault was originally actuated by any greed as to this special accumulation of property, or that he had any malevolence towards Mr.
We cannot exactly understand why a cyclone should pick up a peaceful village in Nebraska and deposit it in Kansas, where there, is already enough of that sort, but we cannot conceive of Wall Street continuing to be Wall Street unless it were now and then visited by a powerful adjuster like Mr. Ault.
And I hear she is as good as she is lovely. Think what it would be for our own girls." "But it can't be helped," said Ault, persuasively. "The house had to be sold, and it makes no difference who has it, so far as the girl is concerned." "And don't you fear a little for our own girls, launching out that way?" "You are afraid they will get lost in that big house?" And Mr. Ault laughed.
"I shouldn't wonder, Mr. Burnett, if the public would be interested in having the Puritan Nun take that kind of a trip." And Mr. Ault ended his explanation with an interrogatory smile. Philip hesitated a moment, trying to grasp the conception of this business use of literature. Mr. Ault resumed: "It isn't anything in the nature of an advertisement. Literature is a power.
Ault when her carriage took her occasionally to Ault's office in the city were much impressed by her graceful manner and sweet face, and her appearance gave Ault a sort of anchorage in the region of respectability.
Opposite him, leaning forward in his chair, was a lean, hatchet-faced man, with keen eyes and aquiline nose, who watched his old curbstone confidant like a cat. "I tell you, Wheatstone," said Mr. Ault, with an unmoved face, bringing his fist down on the table, "now is the time to sell these three stocks." "Why," said Mr. Wheatstone, with a look of wonder, "they are about the strongest on the list.
Ault arose and shook hands cordially, and then went on, without delay for any conventional talk. "I sent for you, Mr. Burnett, because I wanted your help, and because I thought I might do you a good turn. My wife has been reading your story. I don't have much time for such things myself, but her constant talk about it has given me an idea.
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