Why ?" "Don't trouble to ask me that now.

Get me as strong an introduction as you can." "I'll have one for you to-day some time," replied Addison, efficiently.
"I'll send it over to you." Cowperwood went out while Addison speculated as to this newest move.
Trust Cowperwood to dig a pit into which the enemy might fall.

He marveled sometimes at the man's resourcefulness.

He never quarreled with the directness and incisiveness of Cowperwood's action.
The man, McKenty, whom Cowperwood had in mind in this rather disturbing hour, was as interesting and forceful an individual as one would care to meet anywhere, a typical figure of Chicago and the West at the time.
He was a pleasant, smiling, bland, affable person, not unlike Cowperwood in magnetism and subtlety, but different by a degree of animal coarseness (not visible on the surface) which Cowperwood would scarcely have understood, and in a kind of temperamental pull drawing to him that vast pathetic life of the underworld in which his soul found its solution.

There is a kind of nature, not artistic, not spiritual, in no way emotional, nor yet unduly philosophical, that is nevertheless a sphered content of life; not crystalline, perhaps, and yet not utterly dark--an agate temperament, cloudy and strange.