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They sit there, side by side, hunched up with their elbows on their knees and their chins on their hands, providing Burge with a sort of Stranger's Gallery during the ensuing sitting. FRANKLYN. I forget whether you know my brother Conrad. He is a biologist. How I wish I could have devoted myself to biology! Dont you think the time has come for us to make a move?
Mr Burge: do you think Mr Lubin is fit to govern England? SURGE. No. Frankly, I dont. CONRAD. Why? BURGE. Because he has no conscience: thats why. FRANKLYN. Mr Lubin: do you consider Joyce Burge qualified to govern England? Burge: we have had differences of opinion; and your newspaper friends have said hard things of me.
He had agreed with the Poysers that he would follow them to their new neighbourhood, wherever that might be, for he meant to give up the management of the woods, and, as soon as it was practicable, he would wind up his business with Jonathan Burge and settle with his mother and Seth in a home within reach of the friends to whom he felt bound by a mutual sorrow.
If unfortunately my fallen nature should be too strong for me, don't interfere whatever you do. I mightn't be myself." Mr. Higgs rose and faced him gasping. "Not even call for the police I suppose," he jerked out. "That would be interfering," said Brother Burge coldly. The jeweller tried to think. It was past eleven.
Why, since this day last week he has saved three pick-pockets, two Salvationists, one bigamist and a Roman Catholic." Brother Higgs murmured his admiration. "You are also a power for good," he said wistfully. "Brother Clark tells me in his letter that your exhortations have been abundantly blessed." Mr. Burge shook his head.
"But you you've quite reformed now?" said the jeweller, resuming his seat and making a great effort to hide his consternation. "I 'ope so," said Mr. Burge, with alarming humility; "but it's an uncertain world, and far be it from me to boast. That's why I've come here." Mr. Higgs, only half-comprehending, sat back gasping.
"I thought you was asleep," growled Brother Burge, turning back to his room and speaking over his shoulder. "You get back to bed; the fight ain't half over yet. Get back to bed and keep quiet." The door closed behind him, and Mr. Higgs, still trembling, regained his room and looked in agony at the clock. It was only half-past twelve and the sun did not rise until six.
"Oh! what a man he is; what a instrument for good. Always stretching out them blessed hands of 'is to make one of the fallen a Seventh Day Primitive." "And success attends his efforts?" said the jeweller. "Success, Brother!" repeated Mr. Burge, eating rapidly and gesticulating with his knife. "Success ain't no name for it.
Life was so short that it was no longer worth his while to do anything thoroughly well. BURGE. Do you think that is enough to constitute what an average elector would consider a Fall? Is it tragic enough? FRANKLYN. That is only the first step of the Fall. Adam did not fall down that step only: he fell down a whole flight.
She may spend twenty thousand years making up her mind to jump; but when she makes it up at last, the jump is big enough to take us into a new age. BURGE. What!! LUBIN. Perhaps hard on some of the younger men. I think in fairness I shall have to step aside to make room after another century or so: that is, if Mimi can be persuaded to give up Downing Street. BURGE. This is too much.
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