Come along, boys, this is Emma Hart

Come along, boys, this is Emma Harte. Mrs. Harte”. She led them to Emma, her face
radiant. “This is David,” she said, introducing the taller boy, “and this is
Victor.” The Kallinski boys shook hands with Emma, extended their greetings,
and thanked her for coming to their father’s aid. They crossed the room to the
sofa and sat down together.

David and Victor Kallinski were as different in every way as two brothers could be.
David, who was the elder at nineteen, was tall like his mother and well built.
He had been blessed with her lovely blue eyes, and his face, handsome and open,
had a suggestion of her Slavic bone structure. He had the same black wavy hair
his father’s had once been and he had also inherited the older man’s outward –
going manner. David was a mover, a doer, ambitious, clever and driven. If there
was a faint hint of cynicism in his alert blue eyes it was somewhat
counteracted by generosity of his wide mouth and his friendly demeanor. David
was intelligent, intuitive, and excessively motivated towards one goal:
success. He lived by one rule and one rule alone – the survival of the fittest.
He not only intended to survive, but to survive in style and with wealth.

Victor, who was sixteen, was small, almost birdlike, and this he resembled his father to
some extent. He had his mother’s straight shiny black hair, but otherwise he
did not appear to physically favor either of them. His large eyes were soft and
hazel in color and his face was smooth and bland without any emphatic features,
but he was pleasant – looking. His sober face mirrored his character, for
Victor Kallinski was a gentle and reflective boy; and in one way his
temperament was similar to his father’s, he had a great forbearance and a deep
understanding of human frailties, an understanding that was mature and
remarkable in one so young. He was a thinker and a dreamer, and he had the soul
of a poet. Victor was happiest when he was alone reading, or gazing at great
paintings in the museum, or listening to the music of Mahler and Beethoven. He
was reserved of nature to a point of shyness and not given to conversing easily
with anyone, especially strangers. Victor was looking at Emma from under his
long dark lashes, a quiet smile playing around his mouth, thinking what a
compassionate girl she must be, and how her actions today only reinforced his
inherent belief that essentially mankind was good. Like his father, Victor was
utterly without bitterness.

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come along, boys, this is emma Harte. mrs. Harte ". she led them to emma, her face
radiant. "this is david," she said, introducing the taller boy, "and this is" the victor "the Kallinski boys shook hands with emma, extended their greetings,
and thanked her for coming to their father's aid. they crossed the room layout and sat down to the
.

david and victor Kallinski were as different in every way as two brothers could be. - david, who was the elder at nineteen was tall like his mother and well built. he had been blessed with her big blue eyes, and his face, handsome and open,
had a suggestion of her old bone structure. he had the same black hair
wavyhis father's had once been and he had also inherited the older man's outward -
going manner. david was a mover, a doer, harbor, clever and driven. if there was a faint. out of the cynicism in his ocean blue eyes was somewhat
counteracted by generosity of his wide mouth and his friendly demeanor. david
was intelligent, intuitive, and excessively motivated towards one goal:
success.he lived by one rule and one rule alone is the survival of the fittest.
i not only intended to survive, but to survive in style and with wealth.

victor, who was 16, was a small, almost birdlike outdoor, and this is his father to
at least. he had his mother's extremely shiny black hair, but otherwise he
did not appear to physically favor either of them. his large eyes were soft and hardwarehazel in color and his face was smooth and bland without any emphatic features,
but he was great - looking. his sober face mirrored his character, for Kallinski. victor was a gentle and reflective boy; and in one way, "temperament" was similar to his father's, he had a great forbearance
and a deep understanding of human frailties, an understanding that is mature and.remarkable in one so young. he was a thinker and a dreamer, and he had the soul
of a verse. victor was happiest when he was found reading, or gazing at great
paintings in the museum, or listening to the music of Mahler and beethoven. i
was all of nature to a point of shyness and not given to conversing easily
with anyone, especially strangers. victor was looking at emma from under his.long dark lashes, a quiet smile playing around his mouth, thinking what a
as girl, she must be, and how her actions today only reinforced his belief that essentially mankind
inherent was good. like his father, victor was
service without bitterness.