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"No more is the manager of this theater a judge of such things," cried the outraged quill-driver, bitterly. "What! has he accepted them?" said needle-tongue. "No, madam, he has had them six months, and see, madam, he has returned them me without a word." Triplet's lip trembled. "Patience, my good sir," was the merry reply. "Tragic authors should possess that, for they teach it to their audiences.
He was gloating over a small picture, its frame tilted back on the upright of his easel. It was the Monet! "Did he loan it to you, old man?" Sam inquired. "Loan it to me, you quill-driver! No, I bought it!" "For how much?" "Full price six hundred dollars. Do you suppose I'd insult Monet by dickering for it?" "What have you got to pay it with?" This came in a hopeless tone. "Not a cent!
"All right Señor! it is I, Tagarote, on sentry this morning," replied a voice from without. "I come to tell you that Juliana de Cariharta is coming, with her hair all about her face, and crying her eyes out, as though some great misfortune had happened to her." The quill-driver. Fat-face, puff-cheeks, or any other term describing fulness of face, in the least complimentary manner.
And when he saw the room furnished, Almayer had felt proud. In his exultation of an empty-headed quill-driver, he thought himself, by the virtue of that furniture, at the head of a serious business.
Her desk was locked, and it would not be safe to tamper with it. He had seen enough; the girl received books and notes from this fellow up at the school, this usher, this Yankee quill-driver; he was aspiring to become the lord of the Dudley domain, then, was he? Elsie had been reasonably careful. She had locked up her papers, whatever they might be.
Her desk was locked, and it would not be safe to tamper with it. He had seen enough; the girl received books and notes from this fellow up at the school, this usher, this Yankee quill-driver; he was aspiring to become the lord of the Dudley domain, then, was he? Elsie had been reasonably careful. She had locked up her papers, whatever they might be.
He wouldn't be terrified with a pack of lies by a cocky half-bred little quill-driver. He was not going to be bullied by "no object of that sort," if the story were true "ever so"! He bawled his wish, his desire, his determination to go to bed. "If you weren't a God-forsaken Portuguee," I heard him yell, "you would know that the hospital is the right place for me."
"Eh!" exclaimed Mr Allfrey, with a look of surprise, as if he could not understand the readiness with which his nephew agreed to the proposal, "why, how's this? I had fully expected you to refuse. Remember, boy, it is not to be a romantic gold-digger, which is another name for a born idiot, that I would send you out to California. It is to be a clerk, a quill-driver. D'you understand?"
"I will account for every penny," said Grabman, eagerly, and clasping his hands, while his pale face grew livid. "I do not doubt it, my quill-driver. Look sharp, start to-morrow. Get thyself decent clothes, be sober, cleanly, and respectable. Act as a man who sees before him 5,000 pounds. And now, light me downstairs."
Flora didn't protest; asking herself whether he imagined that he himself understood her so much better. Anthony dismissing his family out of his thoughts went on: "Yes. Everything is yours. I have kept nothing back. As to the piece of paper we have just got from that miserable quill-driver if it wasn't for the law, I wouldn't mind if you tore it up here, now, on this spot. But don't you do it.
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