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Then Margaret thought of Isidore Bamberger, the hard-working man of business who was Van Torp's right hand and figure-head, as Griggs had said, and who had divorced the beautiful, half-crazy mother of the two Idas because Van Torp had stolen her from him Van Torp, his partner, and once his trusted friend.
His baleful career was traced from his supposed affair with Mrs. Isidore Bamberger and her divorce to the scene at Margaret's hotel in New York, and from that to the occasion of his being caught with Lady Maud in Hare Court by a justly angry husband; and there was, moreover, a pretty plain allusion to little Ida Moon. Lady Maud read the article quickly, but without betraying any emotion.
Appetite improving. 'Can I see him? asked a sad and gentle voice through the veil. 'Not yet, my lady. She sighed as she turned to go out, and Mr. Bamberger thought it was one of the saddest sighs he had ever heard. He was rather a soft-hearted man. 'Is it her son? he asked, in a respectful sort of way. 'Yes, sir. 'Drink? inquired Mr. Bamberger in the same tone.
'You think I wouldn't? He turned his eyes to her now. 'I'm sure you would not, said the lady with perfect confidence. 'I don't know, I'm sure, answered Mr. Van Torp in a doubtful tone. 'Perhaps I wouldn't. But it would only have been business if I had. It's not as if Bamberger and I had started a story on purpose about our quarrelling in order to make things go down. I draw the line there.
That about poor Mrs. Moon, who's gone out of her mind. It's nonsense to say I was the reason of Bamberger's divorcing his wife. In the first place, there are the records of the divorce, and my name was never mentioned. I was her friend, that's all, and Bamberger resented it he's a resentful sort of man anyway. He thought she'd marry me as soon as he got the divorce. Well, she didn't.
For instance, what he had told Lady Maud about his engagement to poor Miss Bamberger did not quite agree with what he had said to Margaret on the steamer. In certain markets in New York, three kinds of eggs are offered for sale, namely, Eggs, Fresh Eggs, and Strictly Fresh Eggs. I have seen the advertisement. Similarly in Mr.
People are playing a cheap game with the shadow on the wall when they call our endeavors socialistic. If the representative Mr. Bamberger, who took no offense at the word "Christian," wishes to give a name to our endeavors which I could cheerfully accept, let it be: "Practical Christianity," but sans phrase, for we shall not pay the people with words and speeches, but with actual improvements.
She went quite mad soon after the little girl was born. It was very painful for the Senator. Her delusion was that he was her divorced husband, Mr. Bamberger, and when the child came into the world she insisted that it should be called Ida, and that she had no other. Mr. Bamberger's daughter was Ida, you know. It was very strange. Mrs.
"I'm afraid he'll never pick up." At this moment Bamberger was exclaiming, "Pearl, you are joking with me." "Look at that now," said the director, whispering behind his hand. "My Lord! what can you do with a man who drawls out a sentence like that?" "Do the best you can," said Quincel consolingly.
He had the part of Ray, Laura's lover, the society individual who was to waver in his thoughts of marrying her, upon finding that she was a waif and a nobody by birth. "How is that what does your text say?" "Explain," repeated Mr. Bamberger, looking intently at his part. "Yes, but it also says," the director remarked, "that you are to look shocked.
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