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Margaret Cameron Tangles; Tales of Some Droll Predicaments… (1922)

Ford glanced at her with amusement, tempered with just a shade of annoyance. "Unfortunately," he said, dryly, "an attorney is hampered by a professional prejudice which forbids his assaulting a man, in the progressive commercial fashion, and demanding his business. The dignity of the law—"
"Oh, quite so!" she interrupted. Prentiss had ponderous moments, which she had learned to dodge adroitly. "But there are other ways."
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Margaret Cameron Tangles; Tales of Some Droll Predicaments… (1922)

Then it occurred to him that a supper must follow the opera. He couldn't decently give an entertainment of this elaborate nature without offering his guests something to eat. That would require at least twenty—possibly thirty—dollars more; ninety-five in all that he had still to get. A nice little sum for a young attorney to spend in entertaining, he thought; the price of the obsolescent past participle!
Suddenly he remembered Mr. Babcock's words: "I have found it an excellent plan to judge of a man's value to me by the way in which he takes his pleasures.
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Margaret Cameron Tangles; Tales of Some Droll Predicaments… (1922)

After that he had still to find the money wherewith to purchase the supper.
He ran out of the telephone station, hailed a passing cab, and drove to his office, where he ran up six flights of stairs, seized his suit-case, and plunged down to the cab again, bidding the man "drive like the devil" to the pawn-shop. As he left the cab, still panting from his run up and down stairs, he looked at his watch. It was fifteen minutes past seven.
He found a telephone and called up the opera-house. "This is Prentiss Ford," he said, as calmly as if he were not gasping for breath.
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