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Updated: May 12, 2025
These experiences had taught him that there was always a supreme moment when one must stop praising an article for sale, whether it were a rubber concession from an African chief or a pound of tea over a grocer's counter. This moment had arrived with Kling. "I agree with you," he said smilingly. "The valuation was Mr. Blobbs's, not mine.
"I do not intend he shall," said the man, reaching down and picking the dog up bodily by the scruff of his neck. "What is the matter, old fellow?" he continued, twisting the dog's head so that he could look into his eyes. "Wanted to make a meal of me? too bad. Your little daughter, of course, Mr. Kling? A very good breed of dog, my dear young lady just a little nervous, and that is in his favor.
Kitty let out all her breath and brought her plump hands down on her plump knees, her body rocking as she did so. "Oh, is that it? What a start ye give me! I thought ye and Kling had quarrelled. Sure, I'll take your tramp if ye say so. We want a man to wash the wagons, and help Mike clean up. John fired the macaroni we had last month and I didn't blame him. What can yer man do?" "Not much."
I remember handling one some years ago in Cordova. When you have seen a fine example you are not apt to forget it. Why do you sell it?" Kelsey settled down upon his heels the upper half of his misshapen body telescoping the lower and shoved both hands into his pockets. "I did not come here to sell it" there was a touch of irony in his voice "I came to find out whether Kling could sell it.
Kling liked the new arrangement because he could keep one eye on his books and the other on the front door, thus killing two birds with one stone.
Nearby, squatting on his heels and lost in a meditative pipe, sat the Kling, her body servant. The man rose to his feet respectfully as Mercier passed, watching his mistress and watching Mercier with a sombre eye. Mercier passed on slowly, with a long glance at the child. She was not a child, really.
Those laughs! they are a study they fairly chill the blood they would make the fortune of a comic actor so intense, thrilling, surprising, and seemingly filled with a ghoulish glee. Over and over they would break out clear and distinct above the tintamarre. I have never been able to find out whether it belongs to the Malay or the Kling or the Tamil. The yelling became more distinct.
The personal account of Ralph Dewey showed him to be a debtor to the Bank in the sum of nearly a hundred thousand dollars. The President, Joshua Kling, had not been seen since the evening of the day on which the doors of the Clinton Bank were shut, never to be opened for business again. His accounts were all in confusion.
Felix broke into a hearty, ringing laugh one of the few either Masie or his employer had ever heard escape his lips. "We will let you off without even the apples this time," he said, when he recovered himself. "They are not coming to get something to eat this time. I will give them something better." "And you say everybody is comin'. Who is dot everybody?" "Just leave it all to me, Mr. Kling.
Kling, bewildered, followed the play of O'Day's fingers in the air as if he were already placing the ornaments and hangings with which his mind was filled. "Vell, vot ve do vid de stuff dot's comin' all dem sideboards and chairs and de pig tables? Ve ain't got de space." "Half of them will go here, and the balance we will pile away on the top floor.
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