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MR. BURLEY. "Usurer! I sold it to you for three shillings. It is more than one hundred and fifty per cent you propose to gain from my 'Art of Thinking." "You sold it to me! Ah, now I remember. But it was more than three shillings I gave. You forget, two glasses of brandy-and-water." MR. BURLEY. "Hospitality, sir, is not to be priced.
He then returned to Burley, who had seated himself on the bed, trying wondrous hard to keep himself upright; while Mr. Douce was striving to light a short pipe that he carried in his button-hole without having filled it and, naturally failing in that attempt, was now beginning to weep. Leonard was deeply shocked and revolted for Helen's sake; but it was hopeless to make Burley listen to reason.
"If there be a threat implied in that denunciation," replied Burley, coldly and haughtily, "it had better have been spared. I know how to value the regard of my friends, and despise, from my soul, the threats of my enemies. But I will not take occasion of offence.
"Thou hast spoken it," replied the prisoner. "Well, then," continued the interrogator, "let us know if you saw John Balfour of Burley among the party? I presume you know him?" "I bless God that I do know him," replied Macbriar; "he is a zealous and a sincere Christian." "And when and where did you last see this pious personage?" was the query which immediately followed.
Finding he did not, he went in search of him at his old haunts; but no trace. He inquired at the "Beehive" if they knew there of his new address, but no tidings of Burley could be obtained. As he came home disappointed and anxious, for he felt uneasy as to the disappearance of his wild friend, Mrs. Smedley met him at the door. "Please, sir, suit yourself with another lodging," said she.
The offence was the greater and seemed the more premeditated for being clothed in Greek. John Burley was expelled. He went home to his father's a miserable man, for, with all his follies, he had a good heart. Removed from ill example, his life for a year was blameless. He got admitted as usher into the school in which he had received instruction as a pupil. This school was in a large town.
The search was growing doubtful, and I felt sorry for Mr. Burley. "We are not through yet," I said cheerfully. "Perhaps, sir," suggested Macdonald, "Osmund Maiden took another name when he came to Canada." "No, no," the law clerk exclaimed sharply. "I hope not. He could have had no reason for doing such a thing." "It's not uncommon," the factor answered dryly. "Ah, here we are at April!
But it looks out of place by the roadside: what say you?" MR. BURLEY. "It would look better in the churchyard." LEONARD. "So I was thinking. And you are an author!" MR. BURLEY. "Ah, I said you had a quick sense of allegory.
Our last card was staked on that, and we grimly prepared to play it. Eight men were assigned to the loopholes there were four on each side of the shuttered windows and five others, including Christopher Burley, brought powder and ball, and set to work to load spare rifles. The rest were sent back to watch at their posts, lest a counter attack should be made in those directions.
My eyes were on the captain just then, and I fancied he gave a slight start; certain it is that a sudden flush colored his bronzed face a darker shade, and I remembered that this was not the first time he had shown agitation at the mention of the man Christopher Burley was seeking. But he was instantly himself again, and he calmly twisted his long mustaches as he answered: "Osmund Maiden!
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