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He felt that he must see her, see her at once. He walked back along the Strand and entered the restaurant where Beatrice and he had had their memorable supper. From the vestibule he could just see Grier's back as he stood talking to a waiter by the side of a round table in the middle of the room. Tavernake slowly withdrew and made his way upstairs.
He did not purpose standing any more. However, the jocular leer had disappeared from the trader's red face. He looked merely business-like now. "Ain't you finished the dishes? Hell, you're slow! I want you to take a team and go down to Grier's Point to load up for Graves." Sam looked at him stupidly. "Can't you hear me?" said Mahooley. "Get a move on you!"
I don't lift a hand to help him except to give him money, not John Grier's money but my own, always that. You are fighting what is stronger than yourself. One thing is sure, he is nearer to the spirit of your race than you. He will win but yes, he will win!" Her face suffused with warmth, became alive with a wonderful fire, her whole being had a simple tragedy.
"I see what you mean," said John Grier, the passion slowly going from his eyes. "I see what you mean, but that ain't my way. I want this business to live. I want Grier's business to live long after John Grier has gone. That's why I was going to say to you that in my will I'm going to leave you this business, you to pay my wife every year twenty thousand dollars." "And your son, Carnac?"
There was trouble in the river reaches between his men and those of Belloc-Grier, and he was keeping an appointment with Belloc at Fabian Grier's office, where several such meetings had taken place. He had not gone far, however, when he saw a sprightly figure in light-brown linen cutting into his street from a cross-road.
She spoke boldly, for she knew the character of the man. She was only nineteen. She had always come in and gone out of Grier's house and office freely and much more since her sister had married Fabian. A storm gathered between the old man's eyes; his brow knitted. "Carnac's got brains enough, but he goes monkeying about with pictures and statues till he's worth naught in the business of life."
There came upon him a wild wish to destroy it. He loved controlling John Grier's business. Never had anything absorbed him so. Life seemed a new thing.
"Has he ever lived with you for a single day?" "What difference would that make? I have the marriage certificate here." She touched her bosom. "I'd have thought you were Barode Barouche's wife by the way you act. Isn't it a wife's duty to help her husband Shouldn't you be fighting against Barode Barouche?" "I mean to be recognized as Carnac Grier's wife that's why I'm here."
She spoke boldly, for she knew the character of the man. She was only nineteen. She had always come in and gone out of Grier's house and office freely and much more since her sister had married Fabian. A storm gathered between the old man's eyes; his brow knitted. "Carnac's got brains enough, but he goes monkeying about with pictures and statues till he's worth naught in the business of life."
Opening it, Mahooley read: This is to certify that I have awarded the Indian Musq'oosis the contract to freight all my supplies from Grier's Point to my camp on Beaver Bay during the coming summer at twenty-five cents per hundredweight. Dominion Surveyor. Mahooley whistled. This was no longer a joke. He looked at the old man with new respect. "Well, that's a sharp trick," he said.
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