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Vivian, Mr. Bolding, on the one side; Major MacBlarney, Mr. Bullion, Mr. Emanuel Speck, on the other. Major MacBlarney is a fine, portly man, with a slight Dublin brogue, who squeezes your hand as he would a sponge. Mr. Bullion, reserved and haughty, wears green spectacles, and gives you a forefinger. Mr.
"I suppose you mean rather as to the railways. Great fortunes will be made there, sir; but still I think that our speculations here will " Vivian. "I beg pardon for interrupting you, sir, but I thought, in the last papers, that there seemed something hostile in the temper of the French. No chance of a war?" Major MacBlarney. "Is it the wars you'd be after, young gentleman?
Major MacBlarney prodigalizes his offers of service in every conceivable department of life, and winds up with an assurance that if we want anything in those departments connected with engineering, such as mining, mapping, surveying, etc., he will serve us, bedad, for nothing, or next to it.
If me interest at the Horse Guards can avail you, bedad! you'd make a proud man of Major MacBlarney." Mr. "No, sir, we won't have a war; the capitalists of Europe and Australia won't have it. Bullion snaps his pipe in the vehemence with which he brings his hand on the table, turns round the green spectacles, and takes up Mr. Vivian. "But the campaign in India?" Major MacBlarney.
"I suppose you mean rather as to the railways. Great fortunes will be made there, sir; but still I think that our speculations here will " Vivian. "I beg pardon for interrupting you, sir, but I thought, in the last papers, that there seemed something hostile in the temper of the French. No chance of a war?" Major MacBlarney. "Is it the wars you'd be after, young gentleman?
Major MacBlarney prodigalizes his offers of service in every conceivable department of life, and winds up with an assurance that if we want anything in those departments connected with engineering, such as mining, mapping, surveying, etc., he will serve us, bedad, for nothing, or next to it.
We suspect Major MacBlarney to be a civil engineer suffering under the innocent hallucination that he has been in the army. Mr. Speck lets out to me, in a confidential whisper, that Mr. Bullion is monstrous rich, and has made his fortune from small beginnings, by never letting a good thing go. I think of Uncle Jack's pickled onion and Mr.
If me interest at the Horse Guards can avail you, bedad! you'd make a proud man of Major MacBlarney." Mr. "No, sir, we won't have a war; the capitalists of Europe and Australia won't have it. Bullion snaps his pipe in the vehemence with which he brings his hand on the table, turns round the green spectacles, and takes up Mr. Vivian. "But the campaign in India?" Major MacBlarney.
Vivian, Mr. Bolding, on the one side; Major MacBlarney, Mr. Bullion, Mr. Emanuel Speck, on the other. Major MacBlarney is a fine, portly man, with a slight Dublin brogue, who squeezes your hand as he would a sponge. Mr. Bullion, reserved and haughty, wears green spectacles, and gives you a forefinger. Mr.
We suspect Major MacBlarney to be a civil engineer suffering under the innocent hallucination that he has been in the army. Mr. Speck lets out to me, in a confidential whisper, that Mr. Bullion is monstrous rich, and has made his fortune from small beginnings, by never letting a good thing go. I think of Uncle Jack's pickled onion and Mr.
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