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Ida stole to Jennie Burton, and kept near her as she sought to quietly gain her room by a side stairs. "You are faint, Miss Burton," she said gently, "lean on me," and Jennie did lean on her more and more heavily until she reached her room, and then her blue eyes closed, and the day she so dreaded was over, as far as she had consciousness of it.
In the year 1802 they removed to a farm at Blacker, three miles south of Barnsley, and attended the meeting at Monk Bretton, or Burton, near that town, where the meeting-house then stood. At Blacker it was John's business to ride into Barnsley daily on a pony, with two barrels of milk to distribute to the customers of his mother's dairy. His elder brother Thomas worked on the farm.
Through the open window Dot heard the heavy thud of a man's feet as he jumped to the ground. Then came Jack's voice upraised in greeting. "Hallo, Fletcher! Come in, man! Come in! Delighted to see you." The voice that spoke in answer was short and clipped. Somehow it had an official sound. "Hallo, Jack! Good evening, Mrs. Burton! What! Alone?" Jack laughed. "Dot's in the kitchen. Hi! little 'un!
"Oh, she's the dandiest little boat, Bessie a little sloop, and as fast as a steamboat, if she's handled right." "Now we'll never hear the end of her," said Margery Burton, with a comical gesture of despair. "You've touched the button, Bessie, and Dolly will keep on telling us about the Eleanor, and how fast she is, until someone sits on her!"
Grundy is beginning to roar; already I hear the voice of her. And I know her to be an arrant w and tell her so, and don't care a for her." The event at Trieste that summer was the opening of a Grand International Exhibition the hobby of the Governor of the town Baron de Pretis, and Burton thus refers to it in a letter written to Mr.
"No man of sense," Burton used to say, "rises, except in mid-summer, before the world is brushed and broomed, aired and sunned." Later, however, he changed his mind, and for the last twenty years of his life he was a very early riser.
But her glance was brief and her prejudice strong. Miss Burton had not a little of the wholesome feminine intolerance for certain weaknesses in her sex. She would counsel a wife to endure a bad husband with a meek and patient spirit. But gentle as she was, she would scorn the maiden who could be attracted by a corrupt man, and almost loathe her for indulging in such an affinity.
"I beg that you will be so kind as to repeat this visit. I shall hope that we may have some shooting together." "I shall hope so too," answered Tom Burton, warmly. Then, acting from sudden impulse, he quickly unslung his gun, and begged his old friend to keep it to use it, at any rate, until he came again. The old Virginian did not reply for a moment. "Your grandfather would have done this, sir.
I may add that I have also heard that the young man in question is now in Boston doing all he can in aid of the snake-witch Dulcibel Burton; and representing all of us to Lady Mary Phips and other influential persons, as being untruthful and malicious accusers of innocent people."
"Appreciating your courteous and reliable service, I remain, Truly yours, Christopher Mark Antony Burton, third." Mr. Burton came to a stop and leaned back in his massive mahogany chair. "There, Miss Elkins, get that off immediately," ordered he. "Also the two cablegrams I dictated. That will be all at present. Now, Christopher, suppose you give me your mighty tidings."
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