United States or Nauru ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Through this gap, pouring irresistibly as the sea, swept a tide of attackers, storming the inner citadel of the infernal, world-strangling Air Trust. At the head of this victorious army, this flood triumphant of the embattled proletaire, Herzog's staring eyes caught a moment's glimpse of a dreaded face the face of Gabriel Armstrong.
Pierre declared that it was imperative to take strong measures and to speak to the Prince. It was the duty of the mistress to enlighten Panine, who was no doubt Herzog's dupe. Madame Desvarennes shook her head sadly. She feared that Serge was not a dupe but an accomplice. And what could she tell him? Let him ruin himself! He would not believe her.
He was telling him that Herzog's rashness caused him much anxiety. Marechal did not encourage his confidence. The secretary's opinion on the want of morality on the part of the financier had strengthened.
Pierre declared that it was imperative to take strong measures and to speak to the Prince. It was the duty of the mistress to enlighten Panine, who was no doubt Herzog's dupe. Madame Desvarennes shook her head sadly. She feared that Serge was not a dupe but an accomplice. And what could she tell him? Let him ruin himself! He would not believe her.
He must be calm; must pass the insult, smooth the situation and remain employed there. "I I beg pardon," he managed to articulate, with pale lips that trembled. He wiped the beaded sweat from his broad forehead. "Excuse me, Mr. Herzog. I you startled me. What's the trouble? Any complaint to make? If so, I'm here to listen." Herzog's teeth showed in a rat-like grin of malice.
It was just a trick of Herzog's, and the company would come out brighter than ever. Serge went in. "Oh! here's Prince Panine," said Herzog. "Ask him what he thinks of the matter. I defer to his judgment." "I don't want to know anything," said Serge. "I have full confidence in you, my dear manager, and our business will prosper in your hands, I am sure.
He relighted his cigar, which had gone out during Herzog's explanation for "Tiger" Waldron, though he could drop thousands at roulette without turning a hair, never yet had been known to throw away a cigar less than half smoked. Flint, meanwhile, took out a little morocco-covered note book and made a few notes.
Serge walked in, as he would have done at home, with his hat on, amid a number of small shareholders, who had come full of anxiety after reading the accounts in the newspapers, and who felt full of confidence after seeing the splendor of the place. Panine reached Herzog's office, but when about to open the door, loud voices struck his ear.
Near the top a dark aperture showed where the six-inch pipe joined the tank; the pipe destined to fill it, when Herzog's last process never, now, to be completed should have been done. The huge floor, 150 feet in diameter, sloped gently downward toward the center; and here yawned another pipe, covered by a grating the pipe to drain the liquid oxygen out to the pumping station.
"Will you go partners?" he asked of Marechal. "We will divide the winnings." "You are too kind," replied Marechal, dryly, turning away. He could not get used to Herzog's familiarity, and there was something in the man which displeased him greatly. There was, he thought, a police-court atmosphere about him. Suzanne, on the contrary, interested him.
Word Of The Day