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Updated: June 12, 2025
I suppose some men would call me a fool a cold-blooded fellow like Delbridge would, I am sure, but I've always had a dream of running across my ideal somewhere and of marrying solely for the sake of old- fashioned love itself." "What man hasn't?" Saunders responded, thoughtfully. "After all, very few men, at least here in the South, marry for convenience or financial advancement.
From that day forth, in justice to her, he would cleanse his life of past impurities and be a new man. Delbridge, Mitchell, Henderson, Marie Winship all of them would be wiped out of consideration. He would get rid of Marie first of all. He would force her to be reasonable. He had made her no actual promises.
The next moment even Dolly was snatched from his reflections, sharp irritation and anger taking her place, for Mitchell was speaking of Delbridge and his recent good fortune. "You two are a wonderful pair to live in the same town," Mitchell chuckled. "I have been in his office several times since we got home. Not having you to loaf with, I turned to him for pastime.
"Oh yes, Alan Delbridge gave a big reception and dance in his rooms. Supper was served at the club at one o'clock. Champagne and all the rest. I was the blindest chaperon you ever saw. Good-by if I don't get down to breakfast it will be because I'm sound asleep. I knew you would cut your outing short." "You say you did?" he cried, his heart sinking. "What made you think so?"
They seemed like forgotten enemies rising to stop him. How could Delbridge smile in his smug way, as he chewed his cigar and boasted of a new club of which he was the president? How could Wright put up with his moderate salary and stand all day at that prison window? What could the limp, pale-faced stenographers in their simple dresses hope for?
With Delbridge getting into harness at his desk, he had considerable time on his hands, which he spent in long nervous walks, generally in the suburbs of the city. For that week he wholly neglected his child.
"Oh, of course not," Delbridge laughed. "You were not at all curious to learn the particulars of the old chap's big deal oh no, you are not that sort! A hundred or two thousand to the credit of a fellow's fiancee doesn't amount to anything with a plunger like you." Mostyn laid a hesitating hand on the shoulder of the other. "Say, Delbridge," he faltered, "this sort of thing has gone far enough.
Saunders says he feels that you are entitled to a preference of the stock, and that until you decide what you want to do my offer must hang in the air." Mostyn flicked at the ashless tip of his cigar. "I have thought it over," he said, "and, on the whole, Delbridge, I am sure your name will help the bank's standing, and I hope you and Saunders will make the deal."
He would take Saunders for his model instead of that crack- brained Delbridge who had the hide of an ox and no refinement of feeling. Yes, yes, and forget above all, he would forget; that was the thing. At this moment he saw Dolly crossing the room with the child in her arms. It was only for an instant, and yet he noted the unspeakable tenderness which pervaded her attitude and movement.
I'm safe, and I made money, too money that Delbridge would like to have." "There are no two ways about it." Saunders reached for a cigar in a tray on the desk and cut off the tip with a paper-knife. "You've got to take a rest and get your mind off of business." "Nobody knows that better than I do," Mostyn said, a sickly smile playing over his wan face, "and I'm in the mood for it.
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