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Page 108 - ... want to do some work in connection with the war and who have the necessary character and experience. The CHAIRMAN. Volunteers? Mr. EASTMAN. Yes, volunteers. I did want to have provision made so if it was necessary, and we finally concluded it was desirable, we could appoint such field representatives. I have been so busy with other matters that I have not been able to concentrate on this problem. Mr. EASTMAN. That does not follow. Mr. Bpatner has on his staff some men working on a noncompensation...
Page 77 - ... forget that she is going to lead a new life here — a life of luxury, my dear; a life of ease and health and happiness — and God only knows what evil seed sown in her, in her past life, may not spring up under new influences. I tell you we must be careful; I tell you we must keep our eyes open. And so much the better for Her. And so much the better for Us.
Page 44 - Derriere, chez mon pere, Vole, vole, mon cceur vole; Derriere, chez mon pere, II ya un pommier doux.
Page 71 - Jackanape!" he said, hoarsely, "keep a civil tongue in your head when you speak of your betters, or you will find yourself flung into the road.
Page 106 - Pol was striding up and down the garden walks gesticulating in a most histrionic manner, striking the clinched fist of one hand into the open palm of the other, and, as was plain whenever he turned and showed his countenance, muttering angrily to himself.