You should read my friend Durance's Essay on Society.

Lawyers are a buttress of Society.

But, come: I wager they don't know what they support until they read that Essay.' Carling had a pleasant sense of escape, in not being personally asked to read the Essay, and not hearing that a copy of it should be forwarded to him.
He said: 'Mr.Radnor is a very old friend ?' 'Our fathers were friends; they served in the same regiment for years.

I was in India when Victor Radnor took the fatal!' 'Followed by a second, not less... ?' 'In the interpretation of a rigid morality arming you legal gentlemen to make it so!' 'The Law must be vindicated.' 'The law is a clumsy bludgeon.' 'We think it the highest effort of human reason--the practical instrument.' 'You may compare it to a rustic's finger on a fiddlestring, for the murdered notes you get out of the practical instrument.
'I am bound to defend it, clumsy bludgeon or not.' 'You are one of the giants to wield it, and feel humanly, when, by chance, down it comes on the foot an inch off the line .-- Here's a peep of Old London; if the habit of old was not to wash windows.

I like these old streets!' 'Hum,' Carling hesitated.