"I'm sure we can all unite in wishing Mr.Cowperwood luck with his adventure." Mr.Ewer's seven hundred and fifteen shares, worth seventy-one thousand five hundred dollars, having risen to a valuation of four hundred and twenty-nine thousand dollars, he was naturally jubilant.
"You're right," replied Thorsen, who was parting with four hundred and eighty shares out of a total of seven hundred and ninety, and seeing them all bounce in value from two hundred to six hundred dollars.
"He's an interesting man.

I hope he succeeds." Cowperwood, waking the next morning in Aileen's room--he had been out late the night before with McKenty, Addison, Videra, and others--turned and, patting her neck where she was dozing, said: "Well, pet, yesterday afternoon I wound up that North Chicago Street Railway deal.

I'm president of the new North Side company just as soon as I get my board of directors organized.

We're going to be of some real consequence in this village, after all, in a year or two." He was hoping that this fact, among other things, would end in mollifying Aileen toward him.

She had been so gloomy, remote, weary these many days--ever since the terrific assault on Rita.
"Yes ?" she replied, with a half-hearted smile, rubbing her waking eyes.
She was clad in a foamy nightgown of white and pink.