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"But I understood that Andrew Hett had undertaken the job while Father Burrowes was away." Mark did not think that it was his duty to enlighten Sir Charles upon the dispute between Brother George and the chaplain. However, it was not long before he found out what had occurred from the Prior's own lips and came fuming back to the Guest-chamber.
"Can he make a hundred and thirty-five ringside without being weak?" asked Sally. The effect of this simple question on Mr. Burrowes was stupendous. He dropped away from Fillmore's coat-button like an exhausted bivalve, and his small mouth opened feebly. It was as if a child had suddenly propounded to an eminent mathematician some abstruse problem in the higher algebra.
"Time!" he snarled, casting a malevolent side-glance at his manager. "Like hell it's time!" And in a whirlwind of flying gloves he flung himself upon Ginger, driving him across the ring, while Mr. Burrowes, watch in hand, stared with dropping jaw. If Ginger had seemed a new Ginger to Sally, still more did this seem a new Bugs Butler to Mr. Burrowes, and the manager groaned in spirit.
"Wal, Dutchy," said Burrowes, looking keenly at his companion, "I reckon you know who the almighty swell in the brass-bound suit is, hey?" "Yaw," replied Schwartzkoff, "it is Bilker, und I thought he was in brison for ten years mit." "Wal, that's true enough that he did get ten years. But that's six years ago, an' I reckon they've let him out.
Father Burrowes preached harder than ever, addressed drawing-room meetings, and started a monthly magazine called The Dragon to raise the necessary money to build a mighty abbey. Meanwhile, he had to be contented with those three tin tabernacles.
"I guess Blount's kinder set again meetin' people like these," said Burrowes, nodding in the direction of the boat and addressing himself to Mr. and Mrs. Deighton. "Reckon they might be some all-powerful British swells he knew when he was one himself. Guess they won't scare me a cent's worth."
To-day, if the public can lay its hands on fifty cents, it may come and gaze its fill. This afternoon, plutocrats to the number of about forty had assembled, though not all of these, to the regret of Mr. Lester Burrowes, the manager of the eminent Bugs Butler, had parted with solid coin. Many of those present were newspaper representatives and on the free list writers who would polish up Mr.
Burrowes and myself proceeded to London, and were once more rapidly conducted into its busy scene. Without even time to greet my friends, I again left town for Portsmouth, to commit myself to the watery element, and revisit the shores. I had so recently left; and on the 22d of September sailed, in the ship Andersons, from St.
A youth enveloped in a bath-robe, who had been talking to a group of admirers near the ring, turned, started languidly towards them, then, seeing Sally, quickened his pace. He was an admirer of the sex. Mr. Burrowes did the honours. "Bugs, this is Miss Nicholas, come to see you work out. I have been telling her she's going to have a treat." And to Sally.
BURROWES has analysed the composition of Johnson, and pointed out its peculiarities with much acuteness; and I would recommend a careful perusal of his Essay to those, who being captivated by the union of perspicuity and splendour which the writings of Johnson contain, without having a sufficient portion of his vigour of mind, may be in danger of becoming bad copyists of his manner.
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