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From: | Joanna Mata |
Subject: | [C2m-project] wastebasket submission |
Date: | Sun, 17 Sep 2006 20:55:27 +0200 |
CapnBije hasnt let you in on any news connected
with the DenboroNational, then?
The hanging lamp was turned low, and the paneled
hall was insemidarkness.
Banks had attended that sociable and he, also, had
had a wonderfultime. Your coat and hat are in the hall, arentthey? There, again
seated at his desk, he found work harder toconcentrate upon than before he left it.
You will take it, of course,unless youre crazy. They are stronger for this merger
even than we are.
This speech was gravely made, but Banks did not
like it. Truman whofirst thought of me for the place; I believe you gave her
thesuggestion. Everything you can to shove the merger through; thats the
firstthing.
She can see a jokeevery time without a spyglass.
Heand his directors had felt that way for some time. Hes a fussyold fogy, according
to my ideas, but hes honest enough and capablein his way.
It was only when Banks mentioned the name of Mr.
There was no need of it, so far as he could see. Heand his directors had felt that
way for some time. Here, Bradford, said Christopher Trent, have a
cigar.
Tadgett went on: Breakfast room, hechuckled. We
need somebody who has go-ahead and brainsand wont hem and haw over
trifles.
He didnot wait even until supper was on the
table.
And, of course, he added, I know nothing at all
about thedetails of this particular merger, Mr. Youought to have heard that
Cartwright girl laugh.
That conceited, patronizing, forty-year-old
rounder! Chris Trenthad been mighty decent to him, after all.
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