Summary

Portrait of Rex Beach Rex Beach Laughing Bill Hyde and Other Stories

I want honest money—money that I can look in the face."
Mr. Hyde was out of patience. "All money's honest, after you get it!" he cried. "It's gettin' it that draws blood. I never knew the silver bird to fly off a dollar and scratch a guy, did you?"
"I want to make money—that's why I came up to this God-forsaken place—but—when your uncle's draft arrives you cash it."
"Ain't you the champeen bone-dome?" muttered Bill. Such an attitude seemed to him both senseless and quixotic, for he had never attached the least sentiment to money.
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Portrait of Rex Beach Rex Beach Laughing Bill Hyde and Other Stories

For a time she regarded the monk silently.
"I am Zahra," she said at length, and Joseph thrilled at the tones of her voice. "To me, all things are music."
"Zahra! 'Flower of the World,'" he repeated, wonderingly. After an instant he continued, harshly, "Then you are the daughter of the Moor?"
"Yes. Abul Malek. You have heard of me?"
"Who has not? Aye, you were rightly called 'Flower of the World.' But—this music! It brought me here against my will; it pulls at me like straining horses. Why is that? What wizardry do you possess? What strange chemistry?"
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Portrait of Rex Beach Rex Beach Laughing Bill Hyde and Other Stories

He recalled Gross's words at supper-time, and wondered if there really could be a science to business; if there could be anything to success except hard work. Mr. Comer, in his weekly talks to the office force, had repeatedly said so—whence the origin of the bookkeeper's warmed-over wisdom—but Mitchell's duties were so simple and so constricted as to allow no opening for science, or so, at least, it seemed to him. How could he be scientific, how could he find play for genius when he sat at the end of a telephone wire and answered routine questions from a card?
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