He shaves the dead line like a safety razor, but he's never yet cut through it.

On principle, however, look out for an apple-faced Dutchman with a thin nose and no lips.
Neither Jew, Yankee, nor American stands any chance in a deal with that type of financier.

Personally my feeling is this: if I've got to play games with Julius Neergard, I'd prefer to be his partner.

And so I told Gerald.

By the way--" Austin checked himself, looked down at his cigar, turned it over and over several times, then continued quietly: -- "By the way, I suppose Gerald is like other young men of his age and times--immersed in his own affairs--thoughtless perhaps, perhaps a trifle selfish in the cross-country gallop after pleasure.