The Titan by Theodore Dreiser
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"It's a bargain, then," said Cowperwood. "We'll want new offices,
Laughlin, don't you think? This one's a little dark." "Fix it up any way you like, Mr. Cowperwood. It's all the same to me. I'll be glad to see how yer do it." In a week the details were completed, and two weeks later the sign of Peter Laughlin & Co., grain and commission merchants, appeared over the door of a handsome suite of rooms on the ground floor of a corner at La Salle and Madison, in the heart of the Chicago financial district. "Get onto old Laughlin, will you?" one broker observed to another, as they passed the new, pretentious commission-house with its splendid plate-glass windows, and observed the heavy, ornate bronze sign placed on either side of the door, which was located exactly on the corner. "What's struck him? I thought he was almost all through. Who's the Company?" "I don't know. Some fellow from the East, I think." "Well, he's certainly moving up. Look at the plate glass, will you?" It was thus that Frank Algernon Cowperwood's Chicago financial career was definitely launched. |
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