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"Look out! It's coming again!" He rose with a roar as the Dimbula plunged, and "whack flack whack whack" went the engines, furiously, for they had little to check them. "I'm the noblest outcome of human ingenuity Mr. Buchanan says so," squealed the high-pressure cylinder. "This is simply ridiculous!"
"And please give her some more money!" her sister called after him. "Does she keep the money?" George Flack enquired. "KEEP it?" Mr. Dosson stopped as he pushed aside the portiere. "Oh you innocent young man!" "I guess it's the first time you were ever called innocent!" cried Delia, left alone with the visitor. "Well, I WAS before I came to Paris."
A fate was rather an unwieldy and terrible treasure, which it relieved her that some kind person should undertake to administer. Delia had somehow got hold of hers first before even her father, and ever so much before Mr. Flack; and it lay with Delia to make any change.
"Well then suppose you prove it by calling me a cab," Miss Delia returned. "I presume you and Francie don't take this for a promenade-deck." "Don't she feel rich?" George Flack demanded of Francie. "But we do require a cart for our goods"; and he hailed a little yellow carriage, which presently drew up beside the pavement.
Oh, yes, James Skelton and Emanuel Klawber with his thirty millions and his string of banks and trusts and mines; and that plunger, Max Moebus, and old Amos Flack Flack the hack stalking-horse of every bull-market, who laid down on his own brokers and has done everybody's dirty work ever since.
But I say to them: 'You've got to do something first, then I'll see; or at any rate you've got to BE something!" "We sometimes see the Reverberator. You've some fine pieces," Francie humanely replied. "Sometimes only? Don't they send it to the old gentleman the weekly edition? I thought I had fixed that," said George Flack. "I don't know; it's usually lying round.
"Oh yes, I understood it was all for you to work it up. I told them so. I never denied it," Francie brought forth. "You told them so?" "When they were all crying and going on. I told them I knew it I told them I gave you the tip as you call it." She felt Mr. Flack fix her all alarmingly as she spoke these words; then he was still nearer to her he had taken her hand. "Ah you're too sweet!"
Flack looked at her for a moment very hard, in the whites of the eyes; then he replied, turning back to her sister: "Anything YOU like, Miss Francie. With you one subject's as good as another. Can't we sit down? Can't we be comfortable?" he added.
He saw nothing, and went to the front door to admit Flack. "That is enough of that noise, Flack," he said. "Come inside and help me search the house above. It's empty on this floor so far as I've been over it. If you find anything call me, and mind you do not touch anything. Where did you say the library was?" "I don't know, sir." "Well, look about you on the ground floor while I go upstairs.
He had just put one into his mouth when the tutor leaned forward, and his eyes, glowing in the firelight, met MacGreedy's, who had not even the presence of mind to shut his mouth, but remained spellbound, with a raisin in his cheek. Flicker, flack!
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