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Updated: June 23, 2025
I wish you could see, Mr. Feist, the way the traffic policemen smile after that girl the way she handles a car. If I do say it, she's a picture." "If you ask me, Mrs. Pelz, the finest of the objects in this room of fine things, it won't take me long to tell you," said Mr. Feist, leaning forward to lift for closer gaze the framed photograph. "Now you're shouting, Feist!"
Feist went away, apparently prepared to obey his employer with all the energy he possessed. He went down the dimly-lighted stairs quickly, but he glanced nervously upwards, as if he fancied that Isidore Bamberger might have silently opened the door again to look over the banister and watch him from above.
Bamberger, on the same principle, believed that Charles Feist would hold his tongue, and he also felt tolerably sure that the former secretary had no compromising papers in his possession, for his memory had always been extraordinary.
Give his name if you like. If he brings action for libel, you can subpoena Cordova herself. She'll swear to it if it's true, and then you can unmask your big guns and let him have it hot. 'No doubt, no doubt. But how do you propose to find out if it is true? 'Well, I'll see; but it will answer almost as well if it's not true, said Feist cynically. 'People always believe those things.
He was skilful, too, in many ways when in full possession of his faculties; but though Isidore Bamberger used him, he despised him profoundly, as he despised every man who preferred present indulgence to future profit. Feist lit a cigarette and blew a vast cloud of smoke round him, but made no answer to his employer's last observation. 'Now this is what I want you to do, said the latter.
So Mr. Feist was shut up in a pleasant room provided with double doors and two strongly barred windows that overlooked a pretty garden, beyond which there was a high brick wall half covered by a bright creeper, then just beginning to flower. The walls, the doors, the ceiling, and the floor were sound-proof, and the garden could not in any way be reached without passing through the house.
The doorkeeper was a quiet man who had lost a leg in South Africa, after having been otherwise severely wounded five times in previous engagements. Mr. Bamberger, he said, could not see his friend yet. A part of the cure consisted in complete isolation from friends during the first stages of the treatment. Sir Jasper Threlfall had been to see Mr. Feist that morning. He had been twice already. Dr.
Tell her it's madness tell her she's ruining herself." "Why, Miss Bleema, there's nothing much a a stranger like me can say at a time like this. It's only unfortunate that I happened to be here. If I were you, though, I think I'd take a little time to think this over. Sometimes a young girl ." "I have thought it over, Mr. Feist. For weeks and weeks I've thought of nothing else.
Lady Maud could not possibly come before half-past nine, and there was plenty of time to decide whether she should be admitted or not. 'Mr. Feist has been very ill, Logotheti said as they sat down to table under the pleasant light, 'and I have been taking care of him, after a fashion.
If you'd put in a word to Sol to direct it that way! Other night, at the Buckingham, it was a riot every time I turned full-face. Just because a fellow happens to have a good profile is no reason why " "Well, Feist, how does the war look to-day?" "Ugly, Pelz, ugly. Every hour this country lets pass with Belgium unavenged she is going to pay up for later." "It's not our fight, Mr. Feist."
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