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Whenever such an article appeared in the newspapers. Botot forwarded it to me; whenever the Directory sprang a new mine, Botot sent me word of it. And then I enlisted the assistance of my friend Charles, and he had to refute those articles through a journalist who was in my pay, and to foil the mine by means of a counter-mine."
It was a most ridiculous position for a London journalist of a shy and retiring nature, especially as some of the nurses were getting out of hand and indulging in private adventures.
So, as Gaston and Jacques travelled down the Boulevard Montparnasse, Meyerbeer was not far behind. The journalist found Ian Belward at home, in a cynical indolent mood. "Wherefore Meyerbeer?" he said, as he motioned the other to a chair, and pushed over vermouth and cigarettes. "To ask a question." "One question? Come, that's penance. Aren't you lying as usual?" "No; one only.
She murmured: "Thank you, I shall not forget." As Duroy descended the staircase, he met M. de Vaudrec ascending. The Count seemed sad perhaps at the approaching departure. The journalist bowed, the Count returned his salutation courteously but somewhat haughtily. On Thursday evening the Forestiers left town. Charles's absence gave Duroy a more important position on "La Vie Francaise."
After coming home he made at least some attempts to practise: but was once more drawn off to literature, though fortunately not to tragedy. For the rest of his life he was a hard-worked but by no means ill-paid journalist, novelist, and miscellanist, making as much as £2000 by his History of England, not ill-written, though now never read.
But in these dark hours, there was one ray of light, and that was her serene faith in her absent lover. She was convinced now that her attachment for the journalist was no passing fancy, no mere caprice of the moment. For the first time in her life, she felt the uplifting, exalted emotion of a pure love, and it seemed to burn in her bosom like a cleansing touch, wiping out the stain in her past.
Haywood, less a journalist than a romancer, rested her claim to public favor upon the secure basis of the tender passions.
And still the spirit of Rankin held itself aloof; and underneath his many disguises he remained a junior journalist. The old ironic spirit was there to chastise him whenever he caught himself doing it; but that spirit made discord with the elegant respectability which was now the atmosphere of his home. Globes of electric light drooped clustering under voluminously fluted shades.
On the first night of the Russian ballet in Paris, somewhere about the middle of May, perhaps the best painter in France, one of the best musicians, and an obscure journalist were sitting in a small bistrot on the Boulevard St. Germain.
Dr. Harry Brook of Los Angeles is unique among the health educators of today. He is a brainy journalist with a good stock of fundamental health knowledge and is endowed with the ability to place his convictions before the public in a striking manner. He has been carrying on his educational work for many years. Elbert Hubbard has also had a great deal of influence on the thought of today.
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