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"PEACE, PEACE, AND THERE IS NO PEACE"'.
The sun was setting by the time Charley was ready to leave his office.
Never in his life had he stayed so late in "the halls of industry," as he flippantly called his place of business.

The few cases he had won so brilliantly since the beginning of his career, he had studied at night in his luxurious bedroom in the white brick house among the maples on the hill.

In every case, as at the trial of Joseph Nadeau, the man who murdered the timber-merchant, the first prejudice of judge and jury had given way slowly before the deep-seeing mind, which had as rare a power of analysis as for generalisation, and reduced masses of evidence to phrases; and verdicts had been given against all personal prejudice--to be followed outside the court by the old prejudice, the old look askance at the man called Beauty Steele.
To him it had made no difference at any time.

He cared for neither praise nor blame.