The Deluge by David Graham Phillips
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"I know that," said I. "And I will even admit that its scoundrels are seldom made up wholly of scoundrelism. Even Roebuck would rather do the decent thing, if he can do it without endangering his personal interests. As for you--I regard you as one of the decentest men I ever knew--outside of business. And even there, I believe you'd keep your word, as long as the other fellow kept his." "Thank you," said he, bowing ironically. "This flattery makes me suspect you've come to get something." "On the contrary," said I. "I want to give something. I want to give you my coal mines." "I thought you'd see that our offer was fair," said he. "And I'm glad you have changed your mind about quarreling with your best friends. We can be useful to you, you to us. A break would be silly." "That's the way it looks to me," I assented. And I decided that my sharp talk to Roebuck had set them to estimating my value to them. "Sam Ellersly," Langdon presently remarked, "tells me he's campaigning hard for you at the Travelers. I hope you'll make it. We're rather a slow crowd; a few men like you might stir things up." I am always more than willing to give others credit for good sense and good motives. It was not vanity, but this disposition to credit others with sincerity and sense, that led me to believe him, both as to the Coal matter and as to the Travelers Club. "Thanks, Langdon," I said; and that he might look no further for my motive, I added: "I want to get into that club much |
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