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"Say, Paret," he replied, putting his hand through my arm, "there's a little legal business in prospect down here that will require some handling, and I wish you'd come down after the campaign and talk it over, with us. I've just about made up my mind that you're he man to tackle it." "All right, I'll come," I said. "And stay with me," said George....
Paret, when you are in town, and give my cordial regards to Mr. Watling." So gravely had the farce been carried on that I almost laughed, despite the fact that the matter in question was a serious one for me. The Governor held out his hand, and I accepted my dismissal. I had not gone fifty steps in the corridor before I heard the Colonel's voice in my ear.
Life had taught her to be indifferent to surprises, and it was I who became abruptly embarrassed. "Oh, it's you, Mr. Paret," she said, as though I had been a frequent caller. I had never once darkened her threshold since I had left her house. "Yes," I answered, and hesitated.... "Is Mr. Krebs in?"
"If you'll excuse me, Mr. Paret, I was just going up to him when you rang." "Certainly," I replied awkwardly. "Would you be so kind as to tell him when he's well enough that I came to see him, and that I'm sorry?" There was another pause, and she stood with a hand defensively clutching the knob. "Yes, I'll tell him," she said. With a sense of having been baffled, I turned away.
Trulease had informed protesters so Colonel Varney gleefully reported that he had "become fully convinced of the inherent justice of the measure." On Saturday morning he signed it, and it became a law.... Colonel Varney, as he accompanied me to the train, did not conceal his jubilation. "Perhaps I ought not to say it, Mr. Paret, but it couldn't have been done neater.
My name is Hugh Paret. I was a corporation lawyer, but by no means a typical one, the choice of my profession being merely incidental, and due, as will be seen, to the accident of environment. The book I am about to write might aptly be called The Autobiography of a Romanticist.
In the act of summoning my counter-arguments I was interrupted by the entrance of Grierson. He was calling on a matter of business, but began to talk about the extracts from Krebs's speech he had read in the Mail and State. "What in hell is this fellow driving at, Paret?" he demanded. "It sounds to me like the ranting of a lunatic dervish.
Dickinson, Mr. Gorse, and Mr. Grierson, and by Mr. Paret himself that he should not appear in the matter; an aspiring young attorney, Mr. Arbuthnot, was retained to conduct the case in public. Thus capital came to the assistance of Mr.
Was this a sudden resolution of mine, forced by events, precipitated by a failure to achieve what of all things on earth I had most desired? or was it the inevitable result of the development of the Hugh Paret of earlier days, who was not meant for that kind of power?
Mr. Paret, I want you to shake hands with Mr. Donovan, the floor leader of the 'opposition, sir. Mr. Donovan has had the habit of coming up here for a friendly chat ever since he first came down to the legislature. How long is it, Billy?" "I guess it's nigh on to fifteen years, Colonel." "Fifteen years!" echoed the Colonel, "and he's so good a Democrat it hasn't changed his politics a particle."
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