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Brauer called her into his office at ten o'clock. Peter was at his desk, but Susan apparently did not see him. "Will you hurry this bill, Miss Brown?" said Mr. Brauer, in his careful English. "Al-zo, I wished to say how gratifite I am wiz your work, before zese las' weeks, zis monss. You work hardt, and well. I wish all could do so hardt, and so well."
"Not a thing in the world!" they chimed, almost in chorus. At the rear of the office they slipped on their office coats. Brauer took a comb from his pocket and began carefully to define the part in his already slick hair. Starratt went forward. In the center of the room the chief stenographer stood, putting her formidable array of pencils through the sharpener.
Still it was decent of Brauer to... "That's very kind, I'm sure. Could you give me say, five dollars?" Brauer thrust two lean, bloodless fingers into his vest pocket and drew out a crisp note. "Thanks, awfully," Starratt said, quickly, as he reached for the money. Brauer's face lit up with a swift glow of satisfaction. Starratt almost shrank back.
Susan had turned it about, straightened it, pushed the press down the room, against the coat-closet, and now, like all the other girls, she faced the room, could see more than any of them, indeed, and keep an eye on Mr. Brauer, and on the main floor below, visible through the glass inner wall of the office.
The waitress arrived with their orders and Starratt changed the subject... Brauer recovered his civility, but hardly his good temper. At the close of the meal they parted politely. Fred could see that Brauer was bursting with spite. For himself, he decided then and there to eliminate Brauer at the first opportunity.
"What!" said all the others together, and Susan added, joyfully, "Gee, that means forty for me, and the crediting." "Well, now listen," Miss Thornton resumed. "I says, 'Mr. Brauer, Miss Wrenn didn't put herself out to inform me of her plans, but never mind. Although, I says, 'I taught that girl everything she ever knew of office work, and the day she was here three weeks Mr.
He had a feeling that he would remain a silent onlooker only until Storch decreed otherwise. If he stayed long enough the night would come when Storch would call upon him for a testimonial of hatred. He knew that deep down somewhere within him rancors were stirring to sinister life. He had experienced the first glimmerings of cruelty in that moment when he had felt Brauer tremble under his grasp.
There are anxieties and worry ... and ... and ..." She recovered herself swiftly and looked at him with clear, though reproachful, eyes. "I'm always willing to help ... you know that!" He melted at once. There was a moment of silence, and then he told her everything ... about Brauer, and what they purposed. "He's to keep on at Ford-Wetherbee's until things are running smoothly.
He should have hoed his own row and wiped the sweat of his labors upon his own coat sleeve. Well, Hilmer would be about in a few days and meanwhile Brauer would have some uncomfortable hours. In the end, no doubt, after Brauer had collected his six hundred dollars, he would go into a partnership with Kendrick.
Brauer "explains the phenomenon on Darwinian principles by the supposition that the close netting of the veins is a secondary sexual character in the males, which has been abruptly transferred to some of the females, instead of, as generally occurs, to all of them." Mr.
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