Explore "The Paliser Case" by Edgar Saltus on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Lennox was a broker, a vocation which he practised in Wall Street. Early on the following afternoon, while returning from there, he sat wedged between a gunman and a Hun. He was unconscious of either. The uncertain market; the slump, momentarily undiscernible, but mathematically inevitable; customers, credulous or sceptical, but always avid; the pulse of the feverish street which the ticker indifferently registered; the atmosphere of tobacco and greed; the trailing announcements; "Steel, three-fourths; Pennsy, a half," these things were forgotten. The train crashed on. Of that too he was unconscious.
Before him a panorama had unrolled -- the day he first saw her, the hour he first loved her, the moment he first thought she might care for him -- the usual panorama that unfolds before any one fortunate enough to love and to be loved in return.