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She was almost intolerably affected before the end of the selection. "That's an awfully long piece for anybody to learn by heart!" commented her neighbor admiringly, as the old pianist finished, and stood up wiping his forehead. "Say, Mr. Burkhardt, what's the name of that selection?" he went on, leaning forward.
Such a powerful tribe as his need feel no misgiving in allowing a small party to enter their town; for, after that was done, they would be so completely at their mercy that there was no possibility of any explorer ever living to tell the tale. He especially dwelt upon the undoubted influence possessed by Waggaman and Burkhardt.
"You're right," Sorenson exclaimed with sudden energy. "The matter described happened so long ago that she won't probably attach as much importance to it as we've imagined she would. I'll ask her to bring it to me to see and that will be all that's necessary, once it's in my fingers." "And what about him?" Burkhardt asked, striking the floor with his heel. "Just leave him there for the present.
And whatever this Yankee's own private purpose, it was a chance for the chieftain to strike secretly and safely at Americans, in addition. "They will come through in squads after they've slipped across the line," Burkhardt reported. "They're to pose as laborers." "When?" Sorenson asked. "Along next week.
"John Burkhardt would give me the razzle-dazzle jimjams overnight, he would. That face reminds me of my favorite funeral." "I told him to-night, Kittie, he's killin' me with his deadness. I ran out of the house from it. It's killin' me." "Why, you poor simp, standing for it!" "That's what I come over for, Kit. I can't stand no more. If I don't talk to some one, I'll bust.
There are a few bad Mexicans around these parts that would do anything for money, and it's evident from what's happened that Sorenson's gang was ready to go the limit. What I'm trying to figure out is where these fellows Burkhardt had with him up yonder came from." "I can tell you. From across the line. I've seen plenty just like them down there," Weir affirmed.
Herr Burkhardt, a well-to-do tradesman, with a rubicund face and an inexhaustible stock of good humour, was excessively fond of showing strangers the sights of London; and his guests had no sooner arrived, than he wanted to take them to Covent Garden theatre.
"You knew when we married, Hanna, they called me 'Silent' Burkhardt. I never was a great one for talking unless there was something I wanted to say." "I knew nothin' when I married you. Nothin' except that along a certain time every girl that can gets married. I knew nothin' except except " "Except what?" "Nothin'." "I've never stood in your light, Hanna, of having a good time. Go ahead.
I was shocked at the shooting, but I saw its necessity on your part; you're not one to run from a foe, a cowardly foe least of all. But what I heard there in the street horrified me. I couldn't believe it; I can scarcely credit my ears yet. Mr. Sorenson and Mr. Burkhardt were not near when you were attacked; they are not acquainted with the circumstances or facts as you, Mr.
I didn't know your father ever had been in this country. That's the reason you hate those men, Mr. Sorenson and Mr. Vorse and Mr. Burkhardt; because of some injury they worked your father." "That's the reason. And that too is why they're trying to get rid of me one way or another. But they didn't hire the Mexican to attempt to shoot me; Ed Sorenson employed him.
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