Zitate aus dem Buch «Финансист / The Financier»

comfortable and happy. Buttonwood Street, where he spent the first ten years of his life

at him curiously and almost incredulously but without pausing. He had, somehow, in spite of himself, been impressed by the boy's peculiar eye; and now he felt, without knowing why, that the boy had the money. He might be the son of a grocer. “I'm bid thirty! I'm bid thirty! I'm bid thirty for this fine lot of Castile soap. It's a fine lot. It's worth fourteen cents a bar. Will any one bid thirty-one? Will any one bid thirty-one? Will any one bid thirtyone?” “Thirty-one,” said a voice.