Breede's

Express Company one day held a meeting in Breede's office.

Bunker Bean Harry Leon Wilson 1903

He wondered guiltily when Breede's next attack might be expected, and he had a lively impression that the flapper, too, was more curious than alarmed about this.

Bunker Bean Harry Leon Wilson 1903

Breede's Karmic future promised little of interest.

Bunker Bean Harry Leon Wilson 1903

When pauses came he wrote scathing comments on Breede's attire, his parsimony in the matter of food, his facial defects, and some objectionable characteristics as a human being, now perceived for the first time.

Bunker Bean Harry Leon Wilson 1903

The words came from under that unacceptable moustache of Breede's like a series of exhausts from a motorcycle.

Bunker Bean Harry Leon Wilson 1903

He entered Breede's room with his accustomed air of quiet service.

Bunker Bean Harry Leon Wilson 1903

As they left the city and came to outlying villages, he saw that he was going in the direction of Breede's place.

Bunker Bean Harry Leon Wilson 1903

He had once done Breede's personal work, but had been banished to the outer office after Bean's first try-out.

Bunker Bean Harry Leon Wilson 1903

The day's work was on, familiar enough, with the exception of Breede's interjections; he spoke words many times that were not to be "taken down."

Bunker Bean Harry Leon Wilson 1903

It left him in a fine glow of superiority and sharpened his relish for the mad jest of their present attitudes -- a jest demanding that he seem to be Breede's subordinate.

Bunker Bean Harry Leon Wilson 1903