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With a little more conceit, Jacquemin, who was by no means lacking in that quality, however, might have believed that the pretty little woman was in love with him. The truth is, the Baroness Dinati was only in love with the reporter's articles, those society articles in which he never forgot her, but paid, with a string of printed compliments, for his champagne and truffles.
I was at this point in my discourse on Thursday at half-past one o'clock, when I said to myself, "Isn't it a little hazardous to take all this for fact, even on the authority of a newspaper reporter? Will not a great many of your audience say it is only a pleasing fancy of a reporter's imagination?"
Dan had several times been fortunate in like quests for men in hiding, and he had that confidence in his luck which is part of the good reporter's endowment. He called all the clubs and the Thatcher residence by telephone.
You must meet with disagreeable experiences in your calling." "Yes, sir; but perhaps that is true of all callings." "Yes, no doubt, no doubt; but it has seemed to me that a reporter's lot must frequently bring him in contact with much that is disagreeable." "Mr. Morton is not a reporter," said Adah, a trifle indignantly; "he's the editor of a first-class paper." "Indeed!" exclaimed Mr.
Thane had smiled at the phrase, but that was before he had seen Daphne; since then, whenever he thought of it, he pined for a suitable occasion for punching the reporter's head. There had been more of his language; the paper had given liberally of its space to celebrate this interesting advent of the maiden widow with her uncle, "the Rev.
Three or four times she asked Mrs. Jack if she were ready to go; she was tired, the people bored her, she wanted to go home. Finally Mrs. Jack surrendered. That night at dinner John was very quiet and absent-minded. The shops, the shops, he was thinking of them continuously. In his heart of hearts he had no faith in the reporter's influence.
"First you stole my reporter's copy, then you stole my reporter." "Stole, sir!" Denis Quirk rang his bell, and Desmond O'Connor entered. "Kindly take down this gentleman's words, Desmond. Now, Mr. Brown, please repeat your statement." "You are an unscrupulous person!" growled the old man. "You have that down, Desmond? Continue, Mr. Brown," said Denis Quirk. "Robber!
Jim had all a reporter's "nerve," and could coolly face a raging subscriber who had dropped in to ask to have his subscription closed because of a certain offensive article in the last issue yes, and likely as not Jim could soothe the ruffled feathers of the enraged man, show him how he had really been paid a compliment, and finally bow him out of the office with another year's subscription left in the shape of a dollar and a half in good money.
The response, which was partly inaudible at the Reporter's seat, was understood to be: "I cannot tell." Mr. Furness: You say that, in the generality of cases, they are beyond your control? The Medium: Yes. Mr. Furness: How in the world shall we test that? The Medium: Well, by Mr. Furness: By what? Isolating you from the table? The Medium: Yes. Mr.
He was too many for me," was the reporter's answer. "The little rooster couldn't have faked it up?" questioned Larmy. "No but he might have hypnotised us or something." "Yes but still, he might have been hypnotised by something himself," suggested Larmy, and then added: "That thing he did with the linotype say, wasn't that about the limit? And yet nothing has come of that prophecy.
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