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'He's a taller man than Ludwell Cary!" "I'm a mighty hungry man, Mr. Bacon," said Rand. "And so is Adam, and so is Mr. Pincornet! You'll take supper with us, I hope? We'll make Adam Gaudylock tell us stories of Louisiana." "Thank'ee, Mr. Rand, I will. Your room's all ready, sir, and Burwell shall bring you a julep. I reckon you're pretty tired. Lord!
To all my inquiries as to the woman or the crime he shook his head blankly, and thus aroused my wrath. "'Be not angry with him, brother; he is not lying, it is the other soul. "She asked him about his name and country, and he replied without hesitation that he was Richard Burwell, a merchant from New York, just arrived in Paris, travelling for pleasure in Europe with his wife and daughter.
Do you mean to say " Before he could finish, however, the Secretary, with a strangely suspicious glance, turned and left the room. That night Burwell slept in a cell. The next morning he received another visit from the non-committal Secretary, who informed him that matters had been arranged, and that he would be set at liberty forthwith.
Burwell, a pretty, gray-haired woman, who ruled her husband with the velvet-pawed despotism which was the heritage of the women of her race and day. She had never bought a bonnet without openly consulting his judgment; he had never taken a step in life without unconsciously following hers.
The rector did not smile. He was wiser than his generation, for he left the great man's own religion to himself and God. He said merely: "When you are older we shall see, my boy we shall see." Nicholas left with a chill of disappointment, but as he passed along the street his name was called by Juliet Burwell, and she fluttered across to him in all her mystifying flounces and her gracious smile.
"It does not seem possible, Richard," he said, "that such things can be; but I will stand by you; we will fight it out together. But we cannot strike in the dark. Let me see this card." "There is the damned thing," Burwell said, throwing it on the table. Evelyth opened the envelope, took out the card, and fixed his eyes on the sprawling purple characters. "Can you read it?"
And after Sally Burwell pretty Bessie Pollard threw him a kiss from the doorway. It was not that he was ashamed of his work.
I believe she knows every brick that used to be and is not. I'm trying to get her away with me, but she won't come." "Sally Burwell was telling me," said Tom, a dawning interest in his face, "she had tried to persuade her." "Yes, we tried and failed. By the way, is it true that Sally's engaged to Jack Wyth? I hear it at every turn." "I I shouldn't be surprised," gasped Tom painfully.
Now Burwell had never posed as a captivator of the fair sex, and could scarcely credit his eyes when the lady left the side of her escort and, turning back as if she had forgotten something, passed close by him, and deftly placed a card on his table. The card bore some French words written in purple ink, but, not knowing that language, he was unable to make out their meaning.
Hagerman was returned for Kingston by acclamation, McLean was returned for Stormont, George S. Jarvis for the Town of Cornwall, Jonas Jones and Ogle B. Gowan for Leeds, A. N. MacNab for Wentworth, W. B. Robinson for Simcoe, Mahlon Burwell for the Town of London, Henry Sherwood for Brockville, and William Henry Draper for Toronto.
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