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"It's quite at your service!" But as Francie neither spoke nor took it she tossed it upon the sofa, where, as it opened, falling, the girl read the name of the Reverberator. Mme. de Cliche carried her head very far aloft. "She has nothing to do with it it's just as I told you she's overwhelmed," said Mme. de Brecourt, remaining at the window.
Francie wailed; after which she suddenly shivered. And then she added that she was sick she was going to bed, and her sister took her off to her room. Mr. Dosson that afternoon, sitting by his younger daughter's bedside, read the dreadful "piece" out to both his children from the copy of the Reverberator he had secured on the boulevard.
He secured the services of a former assistant, and dispatched him to a high peak on the coast of Spain, where he had to superintend a reverberator, which, with the aid of a glass, could be seen from Formentera.
Dosson could have opposed but an indefensible, in fact an inarticulate, laxity. She had touched on her deepest conviction in saying to Francie that the correspondent of the Reverberator had played them that trick on purpose to get them into such trouble with the Proberts that he might see his own hopes bloom again in the heat of their disaster.
She would have given her attention though it struggled in general unsuccessfully with all this side of their life to some prompt means of getting away from Paris. She expressed to her father what in her view the correspondent of the Reverberator was "after"; but without, it must be added, gaining from him the sense of it as a connexion in which he could be greatly worked up.
I got to-day some news from America," he went on, "that I like awfully. The Reverberator has taken a jump." This was not what Francie had expected, but it was better. "Taken a jump?" "It has gone straight up. It's in the second hundred thousand." "Hundred thousand dollars?" said Francie. "No, Miss Francie, copies. That's the circulation. But the dollars are footing up too."
As regards Saint-Germain he took over the project while George Flack telegraphed for a table on the terrace at the Pavilion Henri Quatre. Mr. Dosson had by this time learned to trust the European manager of the Reverberator to spend his money almost as he himself would. Delia had broken out the evening they took Mr.
But I say to them: 'You've got to do something first, then I'll see; or at any rate you've got to BE something!" "We sometimes see the Reverberator. You've some fine pieces," Francie humanely replied. "Sometimes only? Don't they send it to the old gentleman the weekly edition? I thought I had fixed that," said George Flack. "I don't know; it's usually lying round.
German philosophy thought it had discovered the ideal reverberator in the artillery of Herr Krupp von Bohlen; but the world is curiously indisposed to conversion by cannon, and has retorted in a still louder roar of high-explosive arguments. God, as a politico-philosophical ally, is certainly cheaper than Herr Krupp; and, divested of his mediæval sword and tinder-box, he is decidedly humaner.
We don't want your father's money, you know," this more soothable parent said with his mild sturdiness. "There'll be enough for all; especially if we economise in newspapers" Delia carried it elegantly off. "Well, I don't know, after all the Reverberator came for nothing," her father as gaily returned. "Don't you be afraid he'll ever send it now!" she shouted in her return of confidence.
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