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As for Burnamy's beauty it was not necessary to insist upon that; he had the distinction of slender youth; and she liked to think that no Highhote there was of a more patrician presence than this yet unprinted contributor to 'Every Other Week'. He and Stoller seemed on perfect terms; or else in his joy he was able to hide the uneasiness which she had fancied in him from the first time she saw them together, and which had never been quite absent from his manner in Stoller's presence.
From the politic side of his nature, however, he temporized with Stoller's preference. "I suppose it will be some time yet." "I wish," said Stoller, with a savage disregard of expressed sequences and relevancies, "I could ha' got some pictures to send home with that letter this afternoon: something to show how they do things here, and be a kind of object-lesson."
But he had taken hold so promptly and so intelligently that by working far into the night, and through the whole forenoon, he had got Stoller's crude mass of notes into shape, and had sent off in time for the first steamer the letter which was to appear over the proprietor's name in his paper.
March was in fact somewhat astonished at himself in the light of her reasoning; but she went on with some sophistries that restored him to his self-righteousness. "I suppose you think he has interfered with Stoller's political ambition, and injured him in that way. Well, what if he has? Would it be a good thing to have a man like that succeed in politics?
His wife had detached March from her group for the mission, as soon as she felt that the young people were abusing her kindness. They answered him with hysterical laughter, and Burnamy said, "Why, it's Mr. Stoller's treat, you know."
He knew that he was right in refusing; but he knew that Stoller was right, too, and that he had not meant the logic of what he had said in his letter, and of what Burnamy had let him imply. He braved Stoller's onset, and he left his presence untouched, but feeling as little a moral hero as he well could.
It would have been everything for that poor child; it would have completely justified her in her own eyes." "Perhaps your telling her will serve the same purpose." "Yes, I did tell her, and I am glad of it. She had a right to know it." "Did she think Stoller's willingness to overlook Burnamy's performance had anything to do with its moral quality?" Mrs.
But he had taken hold so promptly and so intelligently that by working far into the night, and through the whole forenoon, he had got Stoller's crude mass of notes into shape, and had sent off in time for the first steamer the letter which was to appear over the proprietor's name in his paper.
"I don't believe he's been doing anything. It's something that Mr. Stoller's been doing to him." "I shouldn't infer that from his own words. What makes you think the trouble is with Stoller?" "He said he said yesterday something about being glad to be through with him, because he disliked him so much he was always afraid of wronging him. And that proves that now Mr.
"Yes, yes; very nice, and I know I shall enjoy it ever so much. But I don't know what you will think of that poor young Burnamy!" "Why, what's happened to him?" "Happened? Stoller's happened." "Oh, have you seen him, already? Well?" "Well, if you had been going to pick out that type of man, you'd have rejected him, because you'd have said he was too pat.
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