Reginald Wright Kauffman

Reginald Wright Kauffman

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Portrait of Reginald Wright Kauffman Reginald Wright Kauffman The Man That Lost His Chance (1911)

Warner looked at Marbury from the head down. He saw the complacent, strong face between its brief whiskers; he saw the double chin, the white chrysanthemum in the frock-coat, the spats and the bulging shoes. He was painfully conscious of his own inadequate figure, and a touch of red came into his face, just above its high cheek-bones.
“Mr. Marbury,” he said, “this Commission is illegal; it can't under the present law, be created.
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Portrait of Reginald Wright Kauffman Reginald Wright Kauffman The Man That Lost His Chance (1911)

In the jumping lights borne by the trainmen he caught ugly glimpses of silent human figures, lying very still; of fragments of clothing and fragments of flesh; of forms so twisted and broken and torn as to appear never to have been human. Here and there among the moving lanterns he saw red stains upon the snow.
A brakeman hurried shouting by, an ax in one hand.
Joel hurried after the man, fell over a heap of car-seats, rose, jumped forward and clutched the brakeman's arm. Warner thrust his face close to that of his captive.
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Portrait of Reginald Wright Kauffman Reginald Wright Kauffman The Man That Lost His Chance (1911)

Mr. Marbury, even in his hours of ease, was an impressive personage. No man ever more thoroughly resembled himself, and few so completely dressed for the part. His bulging, brilliant shoes were surmounted by white spats; the spats were topped by striped, pearl-grey trousers and above those trousers swelled, under a crackling white waistcoat, a well-filled paunch. Mr. Marbury always wore a brilliant necktie and a black frock coat with a white chrysanthemum in its lapel.
That was the way in which Warner looked at the railroad-president: from the ground upward.
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