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"I am told, on excellent authority, that her father keeps an American dry-goods store," said Sir Thomas Burdon, looking supercilious. "My uncle has already suggested pork-packing Sir Thomas." "Dry-goods! What are American dry-goods?" asked the duchess, raising her large hands in wonder and accentuating the verb. "American novels," answered Lord Henry, helping himself to some quail.
They were going through an empty corridor when it happened. Burdon, drawling away as agreeably as ever, gently closed his fingers around Mary's hand. "I might have known," she thought in a little panic. "It's my own fault." But when she tried to pull her hand away, her panic grew. "No, no," said Burdon, laughing low, his eyes more reckless than ever, "you might tell if I stopped now.
Burdon, together with her children, had accompanied her husband, as is generally the case in India, where frequent change of air is very necessary for Europeans. The house, the servants, and sepoys which were left, and the captain's palanquin and equipage, were placed entirely at my disposal; and in order to complete my happiness, Dr. Rolland was so good as to accompany me in all my excursions.
At his own request, Burdon had been transferred to the New York office and Mary seldom saw him, but something told her that he would never forgive her for the morning when he had to go home "with a sort of a headache." "And Uncle Stanley, too," she thought, her lip quivering as a wave of loneliness swept over her and left her with a feeling of emptiness.
"Helen," she said, when their visitor had gone, "do you really love Wally or are you just amusing yourself?" "I only wish that Burdon had half his money." "Helen!" "Oh, it's easy for you to say 'Helen'! You don't know what it is to be poor.... Well, good-night, beloved "Good-night, good-night My love, my own " she sang. "I've a busy day ahead of me tomorrow." Mary had a busy day, too.
If you want anybody or anything to write a letter to see the governor or even to see your humble servant all you have to do is to press this button." A wave of gratitude swept over her. "He's nice," she thought, as Burdon continued his agreeable drawl. "But Helen says he's wicked.
'I should have thought you regretted that incident by now, O Burdon, answered Haddo, entirely unabashed. 'My time is very short, said Arthur. 'Then I will get to my business without delay. I thought it might interest you to know that I propose to bring a counter-petition against my wife, and I shall make you co-respondent. 'You infamous blackguard! cried Arthur furiously.
No one, however, dared to write it down till Schimeon ben Jochai, who lived in the time of the destruction of Jerusalem; and after his death the Rabbi Eleazar, his son, and the Rabbi Abba, his secretary, collected his manuscripts and from them composed the celebrated treatise called Zohar. 'And how much do you believe of this marvellous story? asked Arthur Burdon.
They found themselves face to face with Oliver Haddo and Margaret. 'Mr Arthur Burdon Mrs Haddo. Mr Burdon is a colleague of mine at St Luke's; and he will cut out your appendix in a shorter time than any man alive. Arbuthnot rattled on. He did not notice that Arthur had grown ghastly pale and that Margaret was blank with consternation.
"Oh, I don't know," he said, and with the least possible touch of irritation he added, "Sometimes I think it's because I don't like him. Everything that counts against him sticks and I may have been mistaken anyway " "It's something about Burdon," thought Mary, and in the same quiet voice as before she said, "What is it, Archey?"
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