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Show house/ 432 The financier had entered the group mainly upon the ecommendation of his holdings, and had intermixedAtalk%of " nvesting the group funds with the ^sssmmmbaammmmsB^s^&SSZ. that A* i*ny^<^ center irnta p l u r a l marriage 'with one of your beautiful daughters.' don't know whether I was ever considered - a doubtful proposition,- ut I would not have been hurt in the l e a s t by th£s oversight. had met the man once, had clasped his wet hand in my mother's ivingroom. With black hairs sprouting from his nose and mough girth for two men, he reminded me more of a hoary old loar than a goat. I f e l t s l i g h t l y nauseous when I thought of me of my s i s t e r s marrying him, as they surely would if my lather wanted them to. For I was the exception to the rule: ;he other g i r l s trusted my father exclusively and they took ;reat pains to be obedient to his s l i g h t e s t request. In l a t e r years, I learned that the mothers had opposed ay father's suggestion that one of his g i r l s marry the financier. '•rTT. .. • • ' ; -V-.^*• CLU : .;«-.>:.;A 7Ht*_j»£ £-«-.---•- ji,_? M-r '.'1:'.'' '•'-(• xv%• :•'--' f.i:i'. .1^. :.> jJ •^•~~~~ '. I L-Chey had never trusted the man and trad t r i e d to dissuade my father from his infatuation with the man's money-power. And sven thisAprovea to be i l l u s i o n , for the financier-image had been bogus -A a mere speculator, high-rolling his way through vulnerable nest-eggs, squandering other people's money with no return. My father had been conned. I had been standing behind him for several moments, thinking, studying the back of his head like a crazed phrenologist. I glanced about the room, noting the continuous hum, shifting as steadily ^ wind on sand, oblivious as always to my happiness or lack of l1:' Although the family order was so much larger than I, my Place within i t seemed much too narrow, too insignificant. I |