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One man, in dilapidated, dirty finery, was leaning over the stenographer's desk, talking about the last big strike and guessing at the chance of there being any fun ahead in the immediate future.
You were not moved by a sudden passion. You tortured your victim. It is inconceivable!" "And yet true," said Kent. He was looking at the stenographer's slim fingers as they put down his words and Kedsty's. A bit of sunshine touched her bowed head, and he observed the red lights in her hair.
Due to an oversight on the part of the publishers of the A. M. A. Journal, the stenographer's notes of the A. M. A. meeting were not submitted to the members of the Section for examination and correction. PATHOLOGICAL LYING, ACCUSATION AND SWINDLING. By William Healy and Mary Tenney Healy. Little, Brown & Co., 1915. THE CRIMINAL IMBECILE. By Henry Herbert Goddard. The MacMillan Co., 1915. $1.50.
Nance began incredulously; then remembering that a stenographer's first business is to attend to her own, she crossed the room with quite a professional manner and tapped lightly on the door of the inner office. For half an hour the usually inaccessible president of the bottle factory and the scrub woman from Calvary Alley held mysterious conclave; then the door opened again, and Mrs.
There seemed to be nothing in his life now but the lemon stick. "You think girls can't do good turns, don't you?" Pepsy queried wistfully. Pee-wee removed the lemon stick from his mouth, critically inspecting the sharp point which he had sucked it to. By a sort of vacuum process he could sharpen a stick of candy till it rivaled a stenographer's pencil.
The Germans, not understanding, paid no attention, and Roscoe went on, reminding Tom of the old, flippant, cheaply cynical Roscoe, who had stolen his employer's time to smoke cigarettes in the Temple Camp office, trying to arouse the stenographer's mirth by ridiculing the Boy Scouts. "I'm not thinking about what you're saying," he said bluntly, after a few minutes.
Two days later he again appeared in the office with the result of a count that had been asked for by Mr. Hesse, the bookkeeper. Mr. Hesse was engaged and Dalyrimple, waiting, began idly fingering in a ledger on the stenographer's desk. Half unconsciously he turned a page he caught sight of his name it was a salary list: Dalyrimple Demming Donahoe Everett His eyes stopped
On the right side was the prosecution's and on the left side the defense's tables, while between it and the jury was placed the stenographer's table. The reporters' tables, six in number, were grouped in close proximity around the witness stand, and the whole arrangement left nothing to be desired.
His stenographer's chair was vacant. The cherubic aspect had for the moment dominated Mephistopheles. Mr. Meggison was smiling. But Win did not know whether to fear the smile or to thank her stars for it. Little girls and sometimes big ones should be seen and not heard, so Win waited in meek, flushed silence for the great man to speak. "Shut the door, please, Miss er Miss Child," said he.
There was a stenographer's office attached to the Outlook Hotel, and late as it was, the young lady was found at her typewriter, pounding out a letter for a commercial traveler. As soon as this was finished, the stenographer was asked to take down whatever Andy Royce might have to tell. The former gardener was brought in, and repeated the confession he had previously made.
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