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Martha and Galusha started simultaneously. "Pulcifer?" queried Martha. "Raish Pulcifer, do you mean?" "It doesn't seem to me that his Christian name is What did you say, Miss Phipps?" "I said 'Raish'; that's what every one down here calls the man I mean. His real name, of course, is Horatio." "Horatio? That sounds more like it.
"Well," he admitted, with a laugh, "I guess I'll have to own that I did mean that. There seems to be a good many who have sold to Pulcifer. All the little fellows, the small holders. You haven't, you say?" "I haven't sold a share to him." "Humph! Neither has Cap'n Jeth Hallett; he told me so just now.... Hum!... What is Raish buying for? What's the reason he's buying? Have you heard?"
Bangs leaned forward and peered around the edge of the wet windshield. "Is that it?" he asked, in much the same tone that Mrs. Noah may have used when her husband announced that the lookout had sighted Ararat. Raish Pulcifer nodded. "Yes, sir," he declared, proudly. "Yes, sir, that's East Wellmouth."
In every political campaign, wherever the limelight shone brightest there had strutted Mr. Pulcifer, cigar in mouth, hat over one eye, serene self-satisfaction in the possession of mysterious knowledge radiating from his person.
Galusha said nothing to Miss Phipps nor to any one else, but during the rest of that day he did a great deal of thinking. Martha Phipps was worried, she was troubled, she had been crying; according to Primmie Horatio Pulcifer was responsible for her tears. Galusha had never fancied Mr. Pulcifer, now he was conscious of a most extraordinary dislike for the man.
For the past month Williams and I, through this fellow Pulcifer down here, have been working heaven and earth to get the six hundred and fifty shares of that stock we supposed you and Hallett owned. And all the time it was locked up in my own safe there in Boston! And to think that old Loosh, of all persons, should have put this over on us. Ho, ho, ho! Isn't it rich!"
Humph! the swab!" For the first time Galusha asked a direct question. "Did ah Mr. Pulcifer actually ah bid for your Development shares, Captain Hallett?" he inquired. "Oh, he come as nigh to doin' it as I'd let him. Hinted maybe that he'd give me as much as he did Snow, fourteen fifty. I laughed at him.
Cabot, excuse me for talkin' about somethin' you don't understand, but, you see, Lulie is Well, Primmie, what is it?" Primmie's face expressed great excitement as she pushed it around the edge of the kitchen door. "My savin' soul!" was her salutation. "Who do you suppose is comin' right up our walk this very minute? Raish Pulcifer, that's who!
"If it ain't the perfessor himself! How are you this mornin', Mr. Bangs? Right up and comin, eh?" Galusha would have withdrawn his hand from the Pulcifer clutch if withdrawal had been possible. It being quite impossible, he murmured that he was "ah quite well" and, conscious that the eyes of Mr. Beebe and his two customers were fixed upon him, fixed his own gaze upon Mr.
I'll pay cash for their stock and I'll pay you cash when you or they hand it over. That's business, ain't it?" "But but, dear me, Mr. Pulcifer, why do you ask ME to do this? Why " "Ain't I told you? You're a friend of mine and I'm givin' you the chance because I think you need the money. That's a reason, ain't it?" "Why yes. It is ah a reason. But why don't you buy the stock yourself?"
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