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Afterward the general and I withdrew with our coffee he did not drink at home, so I missed the clarity which always accompanied his indulgence and were deep in figures and calculations when Winifred summoned us hastily. "General, Mr Weener, come quickly! Mama ..." We hurried into the living room, I for one anticipating Mama if not in the throes of a stroke at least in a faint.
This is only a remote preliminary, as I told you before, and why you encumbered us with your inquisitiveness is more than I can see." "Youre coming back tomorrow, then?" "Naturally. Did you think I just put this on for fun in order to go away and forget it? Weener, I always knew those who made money werent particularly brilliant, but arent you a little backward, even for a billionaire?"
"Cynodon dactylon'll eat gold and banknotes, drillpresses and openhearths as readily as quartz and mica, dead bodies and abandoned household goods." I couldnt resist the opening. "Anything in fact," I pointed out, "except salt." "A Daniel!" she exclaimed. "A Daniel come to judgment. Oh, Weener, thou shouldst have been born a chemist. And what is the other mistake?
"Oh sure. I didnt mean to hurt your feelings." "You did not. But while I believe Music is a fine thing in its place, I came to discuss a different subject." "If you mean taking Joe back to Europe with you, youre out of luck, Mr Weener," put in Florence placidly. "He's almost finished the first movement and we'll never leave the Grass till it's all done." "You mistake me, Mrs Thario.
Don't mind them there's something wrong with all the Tharios except the Old Man. Blood gone thin from too much intermarriage." "Just like incest," exclaimed Winifred. "Don't you think incest's fascinating, Mr Weener? Eugene O'Neill and all that sort of thing?" "Morbid," objected Constance. "Damned nonsense," grunted Mama. "Cream or lemon, Mr Weener?" inquired Constance.
"Mr Weener, how can we be sure you won't call upon us again for more ah expensemoney?" I drew myself up indignantly. "Mr Blank, no one has ever questioned my integrity before. When I say a thousand dollars is all the expensemoney I require, why, it is all the expensemoney I require. To doubt it is to insult me." "Ah," he said. "Ah," I agreed. Reluctantly he wrote the check and handed it to me.
"I doubt if either is in the slightest danger," I assured her confidently. "Hysterics have lost perspective. Long before the Grass becomes an immediate concern my drugstoreclerks, with less exalted opinions of their talents than you, will have found the means to destroy it." "A soothing fairytale. Weener, the truth is not in you.
Not caring for his attitude, pointed out that it was quite outside my province as an employer to wetnurse any schemes of his; nevertheless, out of kindness I had brought it to the attention of the proper people. "But, Mr Weener, sir, people are losing their lives." "So you said before, Burlet."
"Weener sahib, fate has tied us together." I hoped not. I was weary of Gootes and his phony accents. J S Francis, World Renowned Chemist, exclusively in the Intelligencer. You know. Suppress her unfortunate sex. "Anyway she didnt grasp her chance. Practically told W R to go to hell.
She carried on an incomprehensible conversation for a minute and then motioned to me with her head. "It's for you, Mr Weener. Rio. I'll wait till they get the connection through." She turned to the mouthpiece again and encouraged the operator with a soothing flow of words. I was vastly relieved at the interruption.
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