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He liked hard hitting, but he also liked to take human nature as it was, and not to quarrel. Burlingame, on his part, had no desire for strife with the Young Doctor. He would make a very dangerous enemy. His return smile was a great effort, however. Ruefulness and exasperation were behind it. The Young Doctor had only been gone a few minutes when Joel Mazarine entered Burlingame's office.
"You have got my story, and it's bad enough, but you can see it's not what Burlingame suggested." "Burlingame but Burlingame's beneath notice," rejoined Kitty. "Isn't he, mother?" Mrs. Tynan nodded. Then, as though with sudden impulse, Kitty came forward to Crozier and leaned over him. The look of a mother was in her eyes.
Burlingame was present, not to defend Orlando, because it was not a trial, but to watch his interests in the face of staggering circumstantial evidence. To Burlingame's mind Orlando was not the man to kill another by strangling him to death. It was not in keeping with his character. It was too aboriginal.
The war was only the first phase. There's a mess over there; wanting something and not knowing exactly what, those millions; milling cattle, with neither shed nor pasture. The Lord only knows how long it will take to clarify. Would you mind if I smoked?" "Wow!" cried Burlingame. "Not at all," answered Kitty. "I don't see how any pipe could be worse than Mr. Burlingame's."
He did not know what it was like, except that he had seen it make men do silly things, just as drink did. He did not know whether he was in love or not. It was absurd that a man should be in love with a face at a window a face with the beauty of a ghost rather than of a real live woman. Orlando had little evil in his nature; his eyes did not look towards Tralee as did Burlingame's eyes.
Hence in was that, when I picked up my morning paper and read in great flaring head-lines on the front page that Mrs. Burlingame's diamond stomacher had been stolen from her at her Onyx Cottage at Newport, I smiled broadly, and slapped the breakfast-table so hard in my satisfaction that even the shredded-wheat biscuits flew up into the air and caught in the chandelier. "Thank Heaven for that!"
I don't know why I tell you this, as you're not my client now, but I go about the world doing good, Mr. Mazarine only doing good." There was a look in Burlingame's face which Heaven would not have accepted as goodness, and there was that in his voice which did not belong to the Courts of the Lord. Malice, though veiled, showed in face and sounded in voice.
"That drug-eating Gus Burlingame's got a grudge against him somehow, and when a lawyer's got a grudge against you it's just as well to look where y' are goin'. Burlingame don't care what he does to get his way in court. What set him against Kerry I ain't sure, but, bedad, I think it's looks.
All through the day she walked, worked, talked as one in the state of trance. There were periods of stupefaction which at length roused Burlingame's curiosity. "Kitty, what's the matter with you? You look dazed about something." "How do you clean a pipe?" she countered, irrelevantly. "Clean a pipe?" he repeated, nearly overbalancing his chair. "Yes.
I was there myself all the time and they neither of thirty-five cents a pound for the most ordinary ferns and red carnations was all they had, and we thought it rather skimpy under the brought up in one big braid and caught down with at the Peterson's they were pink and white with " "Oh, no, Madeleine! that was at the Burlingame's." Mrs.
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