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Had he not submitted to the insults of a fool of a doctor? had he not stayed his hand from punishing Dumont's red and distended face? had he not silently accepted the insolent retorts of these Grub Street literati who turned on him and flouted the talent that lay dormant in him dead, perhaps but dead or dormant, it still matched theirs! And they knew it, damn them!
Gradually, as they walked and talked, her own affairs Dumont's and hers retreated to the background and she gave Scarborough her whole attention. Even in those days he was then twenty-three his personality usually dominated whomever he was with. It was not his size or appearance of strength; it was not any compulsion of manner; it was not even what he said or the way he said it.
"There you are now I knew you were in," he shouted, as he caught sight of Dumont. "Call these curs off, Jack!" "Let him alone," snarled Dumont. Fanshaw was released. He advanced into Dumont's office, straightening his clothing and panting with exertion, excitement and anger. Dumont closed the door. "Well," he said surlily. "What d' you want?"
The red light of a level-crossing gave warning, and I pulled up, and let out a long blast on the electric horn, until the gates swung open. "Her real name is, I believe, Pierrette Dumont, only daughter of that big jeweller in the Rue de la Paix." "What!" cried Bindo, in such a manner that I knew he was not joking. "Old Dumont's daughter? If that's so, we are in luck's way."
As the ticker pushed out the news of the early declines and recoveries in Great Lakes, Tavistock leading the Fanning-Smith crowd on to make heavier and heavier plunges, Dumont could see in imagination the battle-field the floor of the Stock Exchange as plainly as if he were there. The battle began with a languid cannonade between the two seemingly opposed parts of Dumont's army.
"He is a man, setting his fate aside, Of comely virtues; Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice, But with a noble fury and a fair spirit He did oppose his foe." Shakespeare. Colonel Dumont's melancholy forebodings proved to be too well grounded, for in ten days after the departure of Henry Carroll he breathed his last, not fully ripe in years, but mature in the stature of a good man.
In the night we were awakened by the most horrible female voice, singing, or rather screeching, in the passage the voice of a person having a goitre, and either mad or drunk. There had been a marriage of country people in the house, and this lady had drunk a little too much. We heard Dumont's door open, and he silenced or drove her away.
Henri Coppet and his men swung their great axes, and trees began to fall around, and to take unwonted shapes. The ring of Marcelle Dumont's anvil was heard from morn till eve, echoing through the wild-woods; and powerful bands, and nuts, and screws, of varied size and form, were evolved from our bundle of iron bars.
Fanshaw versus Fanshaw was heard privately by a referee; and before Mrs. Fanshaw's lawyers had a chance to ask that the referee's report be sealed from publicity, the judge of his own motion ordered it. At the political club to which he belonged, he had received an intimation from the local "boss" that if Dumont's name were anywhere printed in connection with the case he would be held responsible.
Dumont's insinuation that he was old and stale set a great fire of hate blazing; he, of course, told himself and others that his wrath was stirred solely because his sense of justice had been outraged by the "swindling." Fanshaw entered Herron's office wearing the jaunty air of arrogant prosperity, never so important as when prosperity has fled.
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