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Besides, she had been curious about the 'survey' at the time it was first mentioned, she wished to hear Ditmar's views concerning it. Mr. Siddons proved to be a small and sallow young man with a pointed nose and bright, bulbous brown eyes like a chipmunk's. Indeed, he reminded one of a chipmunk.
But she was interested, and I went on to mention how greatly the strikers were stirred by the arrests, how they paraded in front of the jail, singing, and how the feeling was mostly directed against Mr. Ditmar, because he was accused of instigating the placing of dynamite in the tenements." "And you spoke of Mr. Ditmar's death?" Insall inquired.
The sharpness of Ditmar's tone was an exhilarating reminder of the fact that, in dealing with strangers, he had come more or less to rely on her instinctive judgment; while the implied appeal of his manner on such occasions emphasized the pleasurable sense of his dependence, of her own usefulness.
She remembered it now, and the light in his window glowed again, like a star to guide her back to him. It was drawing her, irresistibly.... The sentry recognized her as she came along the canal. "Mr. Ditmar's gone," he told her. "Gone!" she repeated. "Gone!" "Why, yes, about five minutes after you left he was looking for you he asked the sergeant about you." "And he won't be back?"
One of the unconscious causes of his fascination was just her emancipation from and innocence of that herd-convention to which most women even those who lack wedding rings are slaves. The force of such an appeal to a man of Ditmar's type must not be underestimated.
She breathed deeply, she turned her face to the window, seeming to behold reflected there, as in a crystal, all her experiences, little and great, great and little. She was seated once more leaning back in the corner of the carriage on her way to the station, she felt Ditmar's hand working in her own, and she heard his voice pleading forgiveness for her silence alarmed him.
He's agreed to deliver those goods to the Bradlaughs by the first of April, you know, and Holster, of the Clarendon, swears it can't be done, he says Ditmar's crazy. Well, I stand to lose twenty-five dollars on him." This loyalty pleased Janet, it had the strange effect of reviving loyalty in her. She liked this evidence of Dick Caldwell's confidence.
The prison-like buildings on the farther shore were also of colossal size, casting their shadows far out into the waters; while in the distance, up and down the stream, could be seen the delicate web of the Stanley and Warren Street bridges, with trolley cars like toys gliding over them, with insect pedestrians creeping along the footpaths. Mr. Ditmar's immediate staff consisted of Mr.
The sight of her, even as she appeared crazed by anger, had set his passion aflame for the intensity and fierceness of her nature had always made a strong appeal to dominant qualities in Ditmar's nature. And then this announcement! Momentarily it turned his heart to water.
She could understand and to a certain extent maliciously enjoy Ditmar's growing exasperation with him; he had a formal, precise manner of talking, as though he spent most of his time presenting cases in committees: and in warding off Ditmar's objections he was forever indulging in such maddening phrases as, "Before we come to that, let me say a word just here." Ditmar hated words.
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