![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Won't you, Miss Leslie?" The stenographer at first seemed overcome with amazement then tears flowed from her eyes and then she smiled through them, and one of her arms touched the broker's neck tenderly. I wanted to tell you, and I grabbed a minutę when things had quietened down a bit. "Don't you understand?" said Maxwell, impatiently. " "Oh, what are you talking about?" exclaimed the young lady. Will you be my wife? I haven't had time to show you my love in the ordinary way, but I really do love you. "Miss Leslie," he began hurriedly, "I have but a moment to spare. Maxwell was still holding papers with both hands and the pen was behind his ear. I wonder I didn't do it long ago." He hurried into the inner office and grabbed the desk of the stenographer. ![]() "FU do it now," said Maxwell, half aloud. And she was in the next room-twenty steps away. Through the window came the delicate, sweet odour of lilac that madę the broker for a moment immovable. Maxwell stood by his desk with his hands fuli of telegrams, and a pen behind his right ear. When the lunch hour drew near, the tumult had slightly quietened down. Stocks and bonds, loans and mortgages - here was a world of finance, and there was no room in it for the human world or the world of naturę. The clerks in the office jumped about like sailors during a storm. Messenger boys ran in and out with messages and telegrams. The desk telephone had a chronić attack of ringing. "Nothing," answered the stenographer, moving away with a little smile. "Weil-what is it? Anything?" asked Maxwell sharply. The machinę sitting at that desk was no longer a man it was a busy New York broker, moved by wheels and springs. Once she approached Maxwell's desk, near enough for him to notice her presence. Instead of going straight to her desk, she was absent-mindedly moving around the office. Pitcher noticed a difference in her ways this morning. The young lady had been Maxwell's stenographer for a year. With a quick "Good- morning, Pitcher," Maxwell hurried to his desk and then diveuVinto the great pile of letters and telegrams waiting there for him. The Romance or a Busy Broker P itcher, a clerk in the office of Harvey Maxwell, broker, allowed a look of mild interest to visit his usually expressionless face when his employer ąuickly entered at half past nine accompanied by his young lady stenographer. Za każde poprawne rozwiązanie otrzymasz 1 punkt. Zaznacz znakiem X odpowiednią rubrykę w tabeli. Na podstawie informacji w nim zawartych zdecyduj, które zdania są zgodne z treścią tekstu (T), a które nie (F). ![]()
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