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Nor let us forget Pyrrhic victory, Parthian dart, and Homeric laughter; quos deus vult and nil de mortuis; Sturm und Drang; masterly inactivity, unctuous rectitude, mute inglorious Miltons, and damned good-natured friends; the sword of Damocles, the thin edge of the wedge, the long arm of coincidence, and the soul of goodness in things evil; Hobson's choice, Frankenstein's monster, Macaulay's schoolboy, Lord Burleigh's nod, Sir Boyle Roche's bird, Mahomed's coffin, and Davy Jones's locker.
Burleigh admitted that if he were a plutocrat he would have caviar at least once a day; and caviar appeared in a little glass cup set in the midst of cracked ice, flanked by crisp toast. After caviar came other things to Burleigh's taste. He was having such an awesomely grand feast that he was tongue-tied; but Jack could never eat in silence until he had forgotten how to tell stories.
Cecil begins to be tolerably sure of his election, and he will have you to thank for it. Mr. John Short blesses you every hour of the day." Bessie laughed lightly. "I did good unconsciously, and blush to find it fame," said she. A fear that her brother's success with Miss Fairfax might be doubtful, though his election was sure, flashed at that instant into Miss Burleigh's mind.
Dixerunt enim hâc re fieri ut plerique alii foedus secum inire detrectarent et refugerunt qui id ultro factum fuerant si serenissimum Angliæ Regem aperte stare cernerent. Mount to Cromwell: State Papers, Vol. VII. p. 625. This was Lord Burleigh's word for the constitution of the English Church. Instructions to the Bishop of Hereford: Rolls House MS.
Even then, when every carbine seemed to leap from its socket, men remembered the groan of despair that rose from Burleigh's lips. "Look after the prisoners, corporal. Sergeant Carey, you and the first six come with me!" cried Loring. A gallop of less than a minute brought them almost abreast of the ridge.
He took the other's wrists in his hand, and suddenly holding them in the grip of a vice, whipped out something from his pocket something hard and cold, which snapped suddenly on Burleigh's wrists, and held them fast. "That's right," said the sergeant; "keep quiet." The constable turned round in amaze; Burleigh sprang toward him furiously. "Take these things off!" he choked. "Have you gone mad?
That was the only time Betty heard Senator North's name mentioned during Burleigh's visit, for the younger man was much more interested in himself and the object of his holiday. "I think if it hadn't been for this Extra Session I should have followed you to California," he said abruptly.
The general in command in those days was not a field soldier by any means. His office was far away at the banks of the Missouri, and all he knew of what was actually going on in his department he derived from official written reports; much that was neither official nor reliable he learned from officers of Burleigh's stamp, and Dean had never yet set eyes on him.
Between them and the doorway, stealthy movements somewhere; but all so still and slow, they stretched the listening nerve almost to the breaking point. Suddenly, a big, hard hand gripped Burleigh's shoulder, and a dead still voice, that Vic could not recognize, breathed into his ear, "Go quick and quiet! I'll stand for it. Go!" It was old Bond Saxon.
"Are you fond of killing things?" the Dean asked. The ruddy color deepened in Vic Burleigh's brown cheek, but the steadfast gaze of his eyes and the firm lines of his mouth told the head of Sunrise something of what he would find in the sturdy young Jayhawker. "Sometimes," came the blunt answer. "I've always lived on a Kansas claim.
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