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And all this being exceedingly old, the moths had got in; and pounds and pounds of pepper had been scattered about the baize, to keep them away. "I'll have a glass of wine, Burdon," Sir John says at last; "and we'll put it all away again. It's very beautiful. That's Cellini work real," he says, as he took up a great golden bowl, all hammered and punched and engraved.
His Norfolk jackets, his gold cigarette case and match box, his air of distinction, his wealth of black hair which grew to a point on his forehead, even the walking stick which he sometimes carried; to Mary's mind these had always been properties in a human drama a drama breathless with possibilities, written by Destiny and entitled Burdon Woodward.
'And how is Miss Dauncey? he asked, turning to his friend. Arthur Burdon smiled. 'Oh, I expect she's all right. I've not seen her today, but I'm going to tea at the studio this afternoon, and we want you to dine with us at the Chien Noir. 'I shall be much pleased. But do you not wish to be by yourselves? 'She met me at the station yesterday, and we dined together.
My dear Burdon: It is singular that you should write just now to ask what I know of Oliver Haddo, since by chance I met the other night at dinner at Queen Anne's Gate a man who had much to tell me of him. I am curious to know why he excites your interest, for I am sure his peculiarities make him repugnant to a person of your robust common sense.
"You're an old fool, Burdon, and it's all your fault." That's what Sir John said, as he shook his Malacca cane at me; and I suppose it was my fault; but then, how could I see what was going to happen? It began in 1851.
Churchill that he stood in need of "conversion," That old man was a notable judge of character. The Rt. Hon. Richard Burdon Haldane was born in 1856. Graduate of Edinburgh University; Professor of Philosophy, St.
A bit here, a bit there, he had pieced the story of the strike together a story which spared no names, and would have made Burdon Woodward's ears burn many a time if he had heard it. "There's a bunch of Bolshevikis come in now " this was one of the things which Paul had been told. "'Down with the capitalists who prey on women! That's them! But it hasn't caught on.
She had been in his private office, perched on the edge of his desk and swinging her foot, when the same girl came in the girl who had smiled and stared near the station. "All right, Fanny," said Burdon without looking around. "Leave the checks. I'll attend to them." It seemed to Helen that the girl went out slowly, a sudden spot of colour on each of her cheeks. "You call her Fanny!"
"I think you'll find his son Burdon the next best man." Mary felt her heart grow heavy. It may have been presentiment, or it may have been the thought of her father's possible death. "Don't let's talk any more about dying," she said. "But tell me: Is that why you are making so many additions to the factory because we are changing to a corporation?"
"Now if Burdon will only leave her alone," thought Mary as she turned the car toward the factory. She needn't have worried. Before she had time to look at her mail, Joe announced that the two accountants were waiting to see her. "They've been hanging around for the last half hour," he confidentially added. "I guess they want to catch a train or something." "All right, Joe," she nodded.
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