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Agrippina would not allow the blunt old Burrus to discipline her boy, and Seneca's plan was one of concession he loved peace. He hated to thwart the boy, because he knew that it would arouse the ire of the mother, whose love had run away with her commonsense.
Burrus. "It was because he didn't see things as he should, didn't do things as he should in a general way that he wasn't fit for the job, Mr. Burrus?" Joe went on. "Exactly." "And if he had had been of a piece with yourself so that you could have jiggled him around in your fingers like a hunk of putty, it would have been all right.
Agrippina conceals her husband's death. Agrippina's measures. Her disimulation. Agrippina's plans for proclaiming Nero. Seneca and Burrus. History of Seneca. Account of Burrus. His military rank. The Prætorian cohorts. Agrippina's plans. Nero brought forward. His promises to the army. He is proclaimed. General acquiescence in his elevation. Agrippina's real designs in the elevation of her son.
Not long after the death of Burrus, when Nero began to add sacrilege to his other crimes, Seneca made one more attempt to retire from Rome; and, when permission was a second time refused, he feigned a severe illness, and confined himself to his chamber.
She would go, she said, and take with her to the camp the noble boy who was now of full age to undertake those imperial duties which a usurper was exercising in virtue of crimes which she was now prepared to confess. Then let the mutilated Burrus and the glib-tongued Seneca see whether they could be a match for the son of Claudius and the daughter of Germanicus.
Martin's, and the handy reserve carry-all of the "Golden Rule," and Mr. Burrus preferred a moment's haste to a long, hot walk at greater leisure. Joe remembered his face, there in the third row at the end, in the back parlour. Inscrutable it had seemed a weazened, yellowing blank mask, slowly souring in the heat. What had he been thinking on?
All the more reason. I'm getting in a rut. Besides, I'm getting tired of Burrus. Narrow-minded scoundrel! He throws out hints about Zeke bringing me my whiskey over from Fillmore. As if it were any of his business!" He subsided and silently contemplated the depths of Burrus' degradation. Joe laughed softly and at the same time felt the sharp little warning edge of an intuition.
He scratched his head with a long and bony finger and looked up again at Joe. What he saw seemed not to reassure him, for Joe had all of a sudden grown beyond Bloomfield's conception of him. He towered above the cutlery case seemed to fill out his clothes. There was a set look about his mouth and a steadiness about his eyes. Mr. Burrus paused again. "Circumstances?" said Joe.
A charge of pretended conspiracy was invented against her, and it is probable that but for the intervention of Burrus, who with Seneca was appointed to examine into the charge, she would have fallen a very sudden victim to the cowardly credulity and growing hatred of her son.
"Under what circumstances?" Mr. Burrus gazed off into the clear blue of the sky patch outlined by his front door. "Well," he began cautiously, "I weren't callatin' to say anything about this to anybody, but I had to let Bushrod go."
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