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Updated: June 6, 2025
"And see this one, Eda he's a 'Harpy Eagle. There's somebody we know looks just like that. Wait a minute I'll tell you it's the woman who sits in the cashier's cage at Grady's." "If it sure isn't!" said Eda. "She has the same fluffy, light hair hairpins can't keep it down, and she looks at you in that same sort of surprised way with her head on one side when you hand in your check."
"Has to put his long hand down at last in his bag and get out the securities he had intended keeping for his old age," whispered Pliny, turning to Dick, and then immediately adding: "Why, what's the matter, Dick, you look pale?" "Nothing," replied the other; but somehow he found himself still listening as if he really expected to hear further sounds from the interior of the cashier's retreat.
"I think you are entirely right in deciding to stay here," he said, looking around at her, and contrasting in his mind the bright-faced, and somewhat plump young person walking beside him with the thin-faced girl in black whom he had seen behind the cashier's desk.
The affair which formed its subject, and which was town talk, had occurred three days before at the Bank of England. A package of banknotes, to the value of fifty-five thousand pounds, had been taken from the principal cashier's table, that functionary being at the moment engaged in registering the receipt of three shillings and sixpence. Of course, he could not have his eyes everywhere.
Do not forget that I have commissioned you twenty times to buy or sell for me on 'Change, and that it was always done in your name, at my request. How can you say you did not speculate on 'Change? "The poor cashier's heart sank within him.
Discretion is a cashier's first recommendation." "Sir " "Just mind your own business; you will never be anything if you meddle in other people's affairs." "Sir, I cannot eat bread if every mouthful of it is to stick in my throat.... Monsieur Schmucke! M. Schmucke!" he shouted aloud. Schmucke came out at the sound of Topinard's voice. He had just signed. He held the money in his hand.
"Dutch," replied Mr. White promptly. "Are you sure of this?" "I would stake my life on it," answered the heroic Mr. White. "As I came through to your office I saw a young lady at the cashier's desk Miss Glaum, I think her name is. Is she Dutch, too?" "Miss Glaum ah well Miss Glaum." White hesitated. "A very nice, industrious girl, and a friend of Doctor van Heerden's.
Overgold sauntered over from the cashier's desk, his open purse still in his hand, and joined them. There was a dreamy look upon his face. "I wonder," he murmured, "whether personality survives or whether it, too, when up against the irresistible, dissolves and resolves itself into a series of negative reactions?" De Vere's empty heart echoed the words.
There was even a girl in the cashier's cage, while the black-haired man he had paid his check to that forenoon was walking about with a sharp eye for everything that went on. The Cape man started down the room for an empty seat. Somebody was ahead of him and he backed away.
And you Cash," he said, turning to the artist, "you make a good sketch of the boy." Archie could hardly believe his eyes and ears. Just to think that he was being interviewed, and that his picture was to be in the paper. It seemed almost too good to be true. When the reporter had finished with him, he was taken down-stairs to the cashier's office and given thirty dollars in bills.
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