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Take care of that ankle.

Any books I can send you--anything you want?
No?
All right.

And don't worry over Amalgamated Electric, for I really believe we are beginning to frighten them badly." "Good-bye," said Siward.

"Don't forget that I'm always at home." "You must get out," muttered Plank; "you must get well, and get out into the sunshine." And he went ponderously down-stairs to the square hall, where Gumble held his hat and gloves ready for him.
He had come in a big yellow and black touring-car; and now, with a brief word to his mechanic, he climbed into the tonneau, and away they sped down town--a glitter of bull's-eye, brass, and varnish, with the mellow, horn notes floating far in their wake.
It was exactly four o'clock when he was ushered into Quarrier's private suite in the great marble Algonquin Loan and Trust Building, the upper stories of which were all golden in the sun against a sky of sapphire.
Quarrier was alone, gloved and hatted, as though on the point of leaving.