owner


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owner

proprietor.

absentee owner
pays a manager to run the farm.
owner-manager
the owner who also manages his own farm.
References in classic literature ?
Tell me, good man," said Don Quixote, "do you know who is the owner of this property?
This, sirs, is all I can say in answer to what you have asked me; and be sure that the owner of the articles you found is he whom you saw pass by with such nimbleness and so naked.
Dantes has done his," replied the owner, "and that is not saying much.
Well, well, my dear Edmond," continued the owner, "don't let me detain you.
And the cities, bright with lights, were as shops on these long streets--shops where business was transacted, where bunkers were replenished, cargoes taken or shifted, and orders received from the owners in London town to go elsewhere and beyond, ever along the long sea- lanes, seeking new cargoes here, carrying new cargoes there, running freights wherever shillings and pence beckoned and underwriters did not forbid.
An' the owners paid a fine tull the Government of a hundred pounds each for them.
The men and women who had worked the hand-looms for themselves now went into the factories and worked the machine-looms, not for themselves, but for the capitalist owners.
I went to the owners of the vessel," pursued Sir Joseph.
His new owner took him to a high cliff overlooking the sea, put a stone around his neck, tied a rope to one of his hind feet, gave him a push, and threw him into the water.
Bildad laid down his book, and turning solemnly towards him said, Captain Peleg, thou hast a generous heart; but thou must consider the duty thou owest to the other owners of this ship-- widows and orphans, many of them --and that if we too abundantly reward the labors of this young man, we may be taking the bread from those widows and those orphans.
Notwithstanding the little iron stove, the ink froze on the swing- table in the cabin, and I found it more convenient to go ashore stumbling over the arctic waste-land and shivering in glazed tramcars in order to write my evening letter to my owners in a gorgeous cafe in the centre of the town.
After all these years I am still confident that excavations which I have neither the legal right to undertake nor the wealth to make would disclose the secret of the disappearance of my unhappy friend, and possibly of the former occupants and owners of the deserted and now destroyed house.