Carnac's Folly, Volume 1. by Gilbert Parker
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page 41 of 108 (37%)
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Carnac smiled, put the paper on his desk, and took the pen. "Make it measure the hate John Grier has to the Belloc firm," she said ironically. Carnac chuckled and wrote. "Will that do?" He handed her the paper. "One hundred and fifty dollars--oh, quite, quite good!" she said. "But it's only a half hatred after all. I'd have made it a whole one." "You'd have expected John Grier to give two hundred, eh? But that would have been too plain. It looks all right now, and it must go at that." She smiled. "Well, it'll go at that. You're a good business man. I see you've given up your painting and sculping to do this! It will please your father, but are you satisfied?" "Satisfied--of course, I'm not; and you know it. I'm not a money- grabber. I'm an artist if I'm anything, and I'm not doing this permanently. I'm only helping my father while he's in a hole." The girl suddenly grew serious. "You mean you're not going to stick to the business, and take Fabian's place in it? He's been for a week with Belloc and he's never coming back here. You have the brains for it; and you could make your father happy and inherit his fortune--all of it." Carnac flushed indignantly. "I suppose I could, but it isn't big enough for me. I'd rather do one picture that the Luxembourg or the London National Gallery would buy than own this whole business. That's the turn |
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