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On this occasion he resolved to sacrifice himself to Rose, in consideration of her prospective fortune cash being, of course, Mr Clearemout's god. Great, then, was the managing director's surprise, and astonishing the condition of his feelings, when, on venturing to express his wishes to Rose, he was kindly, but firmly, rejected!
The director's worried, querulous face showed relief. He listened attentively while Nan explained about the runaways. She likewise repeated the actress' version of the discharging of the girls whom she had afterward identified as the two for whom Nan and Bess were in search. "Yes, yes! I remember. And Madam was quite right in that instance," grudgingly admitted the director.
Then I remembered that I had heard the roll of a carriage and the bell ring a few moments before. Abonus came in again. Behind him there was some one else, whose footsteps had the hesitating sound of a stranger's. Then I heard the Director's voice: "You are from Algiers?" "I am, Brother." "Your name?" "Edouard, Brother." "Well, tell me more."
Hoover is such expensive man to my country we cannot afford to let him die for want of small things." A similar state had to be lived up to in the Director's home in Tientsin.
At the extremity of the aquarium there is a store room containing trawls, nets of all kinds, and mops, for the capture of animals. Here too is kept the rigging of the two laboratory boats, the Dentale and Laura. Above the store room is located the director's work room. A wide terrace separates the aquarium from the pond. This latter is 38 yards long by 35 wide.
It was nothing but heartburn from the pizza. She sat down and stayed emotionless in her director's chair until the heartburn subsided. And once it had she fell asleep. She dreamt of her Aunt Peggy. In the dream Peggy and Gabriele stepped inside a grocery store. Both were wearing oxygen masks. All the visible items of the store that were on the shelves were locked away behind glass.
In the director's room I was amused at the means which a poet had hit upon for advertising his works, or rather HIS WORK, and not less at the elaborate notice of it. His portrait was suspended there, and attached to the frame was a paper inscribed thus: I went to the Chesnut Street Theatre to see Mr. Booth, formerly of Drury Lane, in the character of Lear, and a Mrs.
He reddened at the absurdity of his explanation. The clerk looked at him with pity and irony in his eyes. Jean-Christophe crumpled the paper in his hands, and turned to go. The clerk got up and took him by the arm. "Wait a moment," he said. "I'll go and fix it up for you." He went into the Director's office. Jean-Christophe waited, with the eyes of the other clerks upon him. His blood boiled.
"The letter from your agent at Cape Town, telling of the astonishing diamond find, and suggesting that an officer of the Company be sent out to bring home the big stone the letter you read at the director's meeting and which decided them to send you out there." Kenneth bit his lip. Quickly he said: "I'm sorry he saw that. It was careless of me to leave it around. Are you sure he was reading it?"
I jump out of bed and dress myself, It grows lighter. I can half distinguish the lighthouse director's announcement down near the door, and near the window it is already so light that I could, in case of necessity, see to write. I set to work immediately to make a fair copy of what I have written. An intense, peculiar exhalation of light and colour emanates from these fantasies of mine.
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