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"Of course it is awful rot, but I thought it would please the feminine mind." "Awful what did you say, Mr. Scriver?" "Well, slush if that expresses it better. Of course, you don't believe any such nonsense." Mr. Johnson Ringamy frowned as he looked at his secretary. "I don't think I understand you," he said, at last. "Well, look here, Mr.
Ringamy, speaking now, not as a paid servant to his master, but " "Now, Scriver, I won't have any talk like that. There is no master or servant idea between us. There oughtn't to be between anybody. All men are free and equal." "They are in theory, and in my eye, as I might say if I wanted to make it more expressive."
"Scriver, I cannot congratulate you on your expressive language, if I may call it so. But we are wandering from the argument. You were going to say that speaking as Well, go on." "I was going to say that, speaking as one reasonably sensible man to another, without any gammon about it; don't you think it is rank nonsense to hold that one class of labor should be as well compensated as another.
The miner, the blacksmith, the preacher, the postal clerk, the author, the publisher, the printer yes, the man who sweeps out the office, or who polishes boots, should each share alike, if this world were what it should be yes, and what it will be. Why, Scriver, you surely couldn't have read my book " "Read it? why, hang it, I wrote it." "You wrote it? The deuce you did!
He promised to do all he could, and they parted. A long time had not elapsed, when a fisherman by the name of Scriver appeared at Mr.
When the task was finished, Scriver said: "I would like to get a couple of days off, Mr. Ringamy. I have some private business to attend to." "When could you get back?" "I'll report to you on Thursday morning." "Very well, then. Not later than Thursday. I think I'll take a couple of days off myself." On Thursday morning Mr.
Nealy's. Scriver, besides being a fisherman, kept a tavern for the accommodation of people of his own class-for his was a rude, uneducated family, exceedingly profane in their language, but, on the whole, an honest, kind and well-disposed people. They owned a large farm, but left it wholly unimproved; attending mainly to their vocations of fishing and inn-keeping.
Pochi giorni avanti la mia partenza di la desiderava S. A. Elletorale di sentire qualche mia musica in contrapunto: era adunque obligato di scriver questo Motetto in fretta per dar tempo a copiar il spartito per Sua Altezza ed a cavar le parti per poter produrlo la prossima domenica sotto la Messa grande in tempo del Offertorio. Carissimo e stimatissimo Sigr. P. Maestro!
Honestly now?" The author sat back in his chair and gazed across the table at his secretary. Finally, he said: "My dear Scriver, you can't really mean what you say. You know that I hold that all classes of labor should have exactly the same compensation.
He rang the bell, and the trim servant-girl appeared. "Has Mr. Scriver come in yet?" "No, sir, he haven't." "Perhaps the rain has kept him." "Mr. Scriver said that when you come back, sir, there was a letter on the table as was for you." "Ah, so there is. Thank you, that will do." I have therefore taken a step toward putting your theories into practice.
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