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"Turcott, you promised to keep the secret!" said Phina with a blush. And Uncle William W. Kolderup, shaking his big head, tried in vain to hide that he was touched. But if Godfrey could not restrain his smiles as he listened to the explanations of Uncle Will, Professor Tartlet did not laugh in the least! He was excessively mortified at what he heard!
It is giving it away!" And one can well believe that, carried away by the jargon of his profession, he was about to add, "The frame alone is worth more than that!" When "Seventeen hundred thousand dollars!" howled Gingrass, the crier. "Eighteen hundred thousand!" replied William W. Kolderup. "Nineteen hundred thousand!" retorted J. R. Taskinar.
"Two million, seven hundred thousand!" replied William W. Kolderup in a peculiarly calm voice. "Two million, nine hundred thousand!" "Three millions!" Yes! William W. Kolderup, of San Francisco, said three millions of dollars!
The little finger of her left hand touched a G#, and the fourth had, instead of falling on the key-note, rested on the "sensible," like Ralph in the "Huguenots," when he leaves at the end of his duet with Valentine. Perhaps Phina's heart was nearly full, she had made up her mind to say nothing. It was then that William W. Kolderup, without noticing Godfrey, approached the piano.
Kolderup," said Carefinotu, to whom we had better return his proper name of Jup Brass. "Yes, a real live crocodile, which went for Mr. Tartlet, and which I did not have in my collection!"
And at the outset it was only necessary to look at William W. Kolderup to feel convinced that he could never yield on a question where his financial gallantry was at stake. He was a big, powerful man, with huge head, large shoulders, well-built limbs, firmly knit, and tough as iron.
I do not mention such minor millionaires as the Rothschilds, the Vanderbilts, the Dukes of Northumberland, or the Stewarts, nor the directors of the powerful bank of California, and other opulent personages of the old and new worlds whom William W. Kolderup would have been able to comfortably pension.
"And never forget, Godfrey," added William W. Kolderup, "the device which the Dream bears on her stern, 'Confide, recte agens." "Never, Uncle Will! Good-bye, Phina!" "Good-bye, Godfrey!" The steamer moved off, handkerchiefs were shaken as long as she remained in sight from the quay, and even after.
"Fourteen hundred thousand dollars," said William W. Kolderup. "Fifteen hundred thousand!" retorted J. R. Taskinar. "Sixteen hundred thousand!" "Seventeen hundred thousand!" Have you ever heard the story of the two mechanics of Glasgow, who tried which should raise the other highest up the factory chimney at the risk of a catastrophe?
"From Hagenbeck, Hamburg, "To J. R. Taskinar, Stockton, U.S.A." When William W. Kolderup had read these words he burst into a shout of laughter. He understood all.
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