Fischer

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Portrait of E. Phillips Oppenheim E. Phillips Oppenheim,  The Pawns Count

“ Fischer, unusually grave and funereal-looking in his dinner clothes and black tie, followed her gesture with thoughtful eyes. Everything that was ugly in the stretching arms of the city seemed softened, shrouded and bejewelled. Even the sounds, the rattle and roar of the overhead railways, the clanging of the electric car bells, the shrieking of the sirens upon the river, seemed somehow to have lost their harsh note, to have become the human cry of the great live city, awaking and stretching itself for the night. ”
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Portrait of E. Phillips Oppenheim E. Phillips Oppenheim,  The Pawns Count

“ Fischer?"
"Better than any woman in the world," he answered promptly. "And my confession is—well, just that. Will you marry me?"
Pamela shook her head.
"Quite early in life," she confided, "I made up my mind that I would never give a definite answer to any one who proposed to me on a steamer. I suppose it's the wind, or is it the stars, or the silence, or what? I have known the sanest of men, even like you, Mr. Fischer, become quite maudlin."
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Portrait of E. Phillips Oppenheim E. Phillips Oppenheim,  The Pawns Count

“ The negro started, turned his heavily-lidded, repulsive eyes upon Fischer, and nodded slightly. He handed out the drink he had in his hand, and leaned over the counter.
"Want the boss?" he demanded.
Fischer assented. The negro lifted the flap of the counter and opened a trapdoor, leading apparently into a cellar beneath.
"Step right down," he muttered. "Don't let the boys catch on. Get out of that, Tim," he added thickly to the dwarflike figure, whose slender fingers were suddenly nearing Fischer's neck.
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