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Upon his return to Kingsborough he applied himself conscientiously to his cases, paid a series of social calls, and fell over head and ears in love with Sally Burwell. "There are two things which every respectable young man in Kingsborough goes through with," remarked the rector's wife as she sat at breakfast with her husband. "He becomes confirmed and he goes mad about Sally Burwell.
Webb entered the store, sweeping him, as she swept the counter, with her clear, cold glance, and once Sally Burwell ran in to do an errand for her mother and nodded with distant pleasantness as she met his eyes. At such times he flushed and ground his teeth, but after Mrs. Webb came farmer Turner, who shook his hand and said: "Wall, I'm proud of you, Nick Burr."
"Would it not be wise to prepare her, my dear?" "Prepare Sally?" gasped Mrs. Burwell, and she went back to her mirror with dancing eyes. "I have learned all they can teach me here," wrote Eugenia from school on her eighteenth birthday, "so I'll be home to-morrow." "Bless my soul!" exclaimed the general, holding the letter above his cakes and coffee. "The child's mad clean mad!
With a nod and a "Ha, Burwell!" for the old servant, he took his place at the table, and he took it like a prince, throwing his tall, vigorous figure into the armchair which marked the head of the board, seating himself before the other and older men. In the wave of his hand toward the three remaining places there was a condescension not the less remarkable that it was entirely unconscious.
Seat him, a chained king, high in some red star! and still, like a wandering wind, large and candid thought, straying some day past your gloomy windows, shall look within and say, 'See this slave to himself chained upon his burning throne! When at last you hear the voice, try to break away." He left the window and, crossing to the mantel, pulled the bell-rope. Old Burwell appeared at the door.
His agitation and genuine suffering affected Burwell like a death sentence. "Speak, man," he cried; "do not spare me. I can bear anything rather than this awful uncertainty. Tell me what the card means." Evelyth took a swallow of brandy and sat with head bent on his clasped hands. "No, I can't do it; there are some things a man must not do." Then he was silent again, his brows knitted.
Some profane and ribald words, also in French, had been scrawled in chalk on the door and doorsill, being in the nature of a coarse defiance to the police to find the assassin, and experts in handwriting who were called testified unanimously that Burwell, who wrote a refined, scholarly hand, could never have formed those misshapen words.
For the first time in his life, Burwell regretted that he had not studied French at college. After various vain attempts to either solve or forget the torturing riddle, he saw no other course than to lay the problem before a detective agency. He accordingly put his case in the hands of an agent de la sûreté who was recommended as a competent and trustworthy man.
In the early 18th Century several great families directed Virginia politics. They even converted Spotswood into a Virginia planter. The council reached its height of power in the 1720's and then lost its influence as the great planters passed on. Robert "King" Carter died in 1732, Commissary James Blair in 1743, William Byrd II in 1744, Thomas Lee in 1750, and Lewis Burwell in 1751.
As she drove down the street she saw Nicholas coming out of his office and offered him a "lift" to his home. He said little on the way, and his utterances were forced, but Eugenia talked lightly and rapidly, as she always did when with him. She told him of Sally Burwell, of the last letter from Bernard who was coming home soon of Mrs. Webb and the "Daughters of Duty."
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