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"HANNEL 'm, Mars Sid? What IS you a-talkin' 'bout? I wouldn' lay de weight er my finger on um, not f'r ten hund'd thous'n billion dollars, I wouldn't." THAT was all fixed.
I don't k'yer noth'n 'bout that it's the COUNT I'm thinkin' about. We want to be awful square and open and above-board here, you know. We want to lug this h-yer money up stairs and count it before everybody then ther' ain't noth'n suspicious. But when the dead man says ther's six thous'n dollars, you know, we don't want to " "Hold on," says the duke.
About an hour or two ago it would a been a little different, but now it made me feel bad and disappointed, The king rips out and says: "What! And not sell out the rest o' the property? March off like a passel of fools and leave eight or nine thous'n' dollars' worth o' property layin' around jest sufferin' to be scooped in? and all good, salable stuff, too."
"HANNEL 'm, Mars Sid? What IS you a-talkin' 'bout? I wouldn' lay de weight er my finger on um, not f'r ten hund'd thous'n billion dollars, I wouldn't." THAT was all fixed.
"We we put up security f'r five thous'n dollars, that's what we did. This is all the thanks we getsh for it. Ungrachful!" Constance had been thinking very hard, paying no heed to his maudlin defence.
"I got a whole lot of margins or whatever you call 'em around at that broker's. Maybe he wouldn't mind letting me know." "Stock'll be up t' six hundred before week's out; net you 'round four hund' thous'n'," exploded Breede in his most vicious manner. "Four hundred thousand margins?" He wanted to be cautious. "Dollars, dammit!" shouted Breede. Bean was able to remain cool.
Rex spoke with annoyance this scene was getting tiresome, and although Reed was laughing hopelessly, he was on his mind. "Oh! F'got!" Billy's tipsy coyness was elephantine. "Lives six thous'n sev'nty four North S South Street," and he roared with laughter. Rex was about to learn how to manage Billy Strong. "Bill," he said, "be decent.
I don't k'yer noth'n 'bout that it's the COUNT I'm thinkin' about. We want to be awful square and open and above-board here, you know. We want to lug this h-yer money up stairs and count it before everybody then ther' ain't noth'n suspicious. But when the dead man says ther's six thous'n dollars, you know, we don't want to " "Hold on," says the duke.
About an hour or two ago it would a been a little different, but now it made me feel bad and disappointed, The king rips out and says: "What! And not sell out the rest o' the property? March off like a passel of fools and leave eight or nine thous'n' dollars' worth o' property layin' around jest sufferin' to be scooped in? and all good, salable stuff, too."
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