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Feist in a very bad way. 'What was the matter with him? asked Margaret. 'He was committing suicide, answered the Greek with the utmost calm. 'If I were in Constantinople I should tell you that this turbot is extremely good, but as we are in London I suppose it would be very bad manners to say so, wouldn't it? So I am thinking it. 'Take the fish for granted, and tell me more about Mr. Feist!
It's natural the child should enjoy it." "Let her enjoy; only, where it comes in I should have to sit across from him at supper three times this week, I don't see. Out of the studio, me and Spencer don't talk the same language. To-night, him and Feist would mix like oil and water." "Does Feist know yet, Roody, you closed the deal on the Grismer estate?" "Sure!
That's how it is with life a river that rises with getting born and flows into death, and the in-between is life and and " "Roody, will you please hurry for sup dinner? Do you want Feist to arrive with you not yet dressed?" Mr.
In the pause that followed this speech, Mr. Feist leaned forward and spoke to Margaret across the table. 'I think we have a mutual friend, Madame, he said. 'Indeed? Margaret spoke coolly; she did not like to be called 'Madame' by people who spoke English. 'Mr. Van Torp, explained the young man. 'Yes, Margaret said, after a moment's hesitation, 'I know Mr.
She had not quite dared to hope that he would help her, and his readiness to do so was something of a surprise; but she would have been astonished if he had been in the least shocked at the implied suggestion of deliberately torturing Charles Feist till he revealed the truth about the murder.
"Well, good-by, Miss Beautiful; don't walk off with the studio while we're gone take care of yourself " "Good-by Mr. Spencer b-bon voyage!" "Hi, Mr. Feist, mighty handsome of you to come down to see me off!" "Safe journey, Spencer! Remember you've got a precious piece of anxiety waiting back here for you." "Oh, Mr. Feist isn't isn't it awful submarine-time and all? I I just can't bear it!" "Now!
"Dunlap's are a grand firm of decorators, Mr. Feist. I'm having them do Grismer, too." "Well, Feist, how does it feel to have us for neighbors?" "Immense, Pelz!" "Like I said to my husband, between us the way the estates adjoin, we got a monopoly on Long Island ain't it so?" "And believe me, Mrs. Pelz, you'll never regret the buy.
'Oh yes, it will, for Mr. Feist plays a part in your life. 'About as distant as Voltaire's Chinese Mandarin, I fancy, Margaret suggested. 'Nearer than that, though I did not guess it when I went to see him. In the first place, it was owing to you that I went to see him the first time. 'Nonsense! 'Not at all. Everything that happens to me is connected with you in some way.
He consoled himself with these considerations, and with the reflection that Feist was actually safer where he was, and less liable to accident than if he were at large. Mr. Bamberger walked slowly down Harley Street to Cavendish Square, with his head low between his shoulders, his hat far back on his head, his eyes on the pavement, and the shiny toes of his patent leather boots turned well out.
Logotheti smiled as he hailed a passing hansom; he nodded to his companion, told the man to go to the Carlton, and drove away, leaving Griggs to continue his walk alone. The elderly man of letters had not talked about Mr. Feist with any special intention, and was very far from thinking that what he had said would lead to any important result.
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