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"To be sure." "Well, all I've got to say is, I'm sorry that I attempted to revenge old Burley's wrongs, and if I could live he might fight for himself I wouldn't." "Did the man you call Burley hire you to redress his fancied wrongs?" Fred asked. "He told me that you both had money, and that if I was a mind to, I could make myself rich, and pay you up for his wound in the hip."
Goodyer left him, and stole back to Burley's room on tiptoe: The young man remained in deep revery for some moments. "Light," he murmured. "How often 'Light' is the last word of those round whom the shades are gathering!"
He attended the meetings of a club at Miss Burley's, where the transcendental group appears to have gathered, and among them Jones Very. The most singular episode of the time, however, is one that would hardly be credited, had it not been mentioned by those who should have known the truth.
Is this Burley's Detective Agency? Is Mr. Burley there? Oh, is that you, Burley? This is Robert Stafford. I want the best man you have to meet me at my office in half an hour. Yes your very best. What? No, no! I don't want him to watch anyone; I want him to protect someone. In half an hour, remember."
What ghost can the churchyard yield to us like the writing of the dead? The bulk of the papers had been once lightly sewn to each other; they had come undone, perhaps in Burley's rude hands, but their order was easily apparent. Leonard soon saw that they formed a kind of journal, not, indeed, a regular diary, nor always relating to the things of the day.
Smedley, who was a meek woman, evidently got frightened, and was heard in precipitate retreat. Long and loud talk recommenced, Burley's great voice predominant, Mr. Douce chiming in with hiccoughy broken treble. Hour after hour this lasted, for want of the drink that would have brought it to a premature close. And Burley gradually began to talk himself somewhat sober. Then Mr.
"Boot's on the other foot now, pard," said Moore, with delight at the prospect of returning service. "Say, you're all shot up! And it's I who'll be nurse!" "Wils, I'll be around to-morrow," replied the hunter. "Have you heard any news from down below?" "Sure. I've met Lem every night." Then he related Burley's version of Wade's fight with the rustlers in the cabin.
Paul Blecker, who had seen a good many sides of the world, laughed to himself: the very Captain here, good, anxious, innocent as a baby, as he was, looked at the world exactly through Balfour of Burley's dead eyes, was going to cure the disease of it by the old pill of intolerance and bigotry. No wonder Paul laughed.
Heaven forbid!" cried Leonard, revealing his surprise at the name. "Amen! But what do you know of him? "Leonard related the story of Burley's pamphlet." Harley seemed delighted to hear his suspicions of Randal confirmed. "The paltry pretender; and yet I fancied that he might be formidable! However, we must dismiss him for the present, we are approaching Madame di Negra's house.
A band of them happened to be stationed in the hamlet, having been attached, for the time, to Burley's command, in order that the men might be gratified by remaining as long as possible near to their own homes. They were, in general, smart, active young fellows, and were usually called by their companions, the Marksmen of Milnwood.
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