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I knew what was going on inside of ye, because it was just that I felt myself. I hoped I prayed ye might come to it." The sight of this taciturn Scotchman, moved in this way, had an extraordinary effect on Hodder himself, and his own emotion was so inexpressibly stirred that he kept silence a moment to control it. This proof of the truth of his theory in regard to McCrae he found overwhelming.
This had every indication of being a threat, but Hodder, out of sheer curiosity, did not interrupt. And it was evident that the banker drew a wrong conclusion from his silence, which he may actually have taken for reluctant acquiescence. His tone grew more assertive. "The Church, Mr. Hodder, cannot do without the substantial business men.
To tell you the truth, after I'd come back from Bremerton, that was the one thing I was afraid of that you mightn't get along with him." Hodder himself was at a loss to account for the relationship. It troubled him vaguely, for Mr.
In the first Parl. Rep., p. 11, Mr. Now the close time varies in almost every river, and some have no close time at all; thus in the Ribble the close time begins on September 15th and ends on December 31st, and in the Hodder there is no legal close time; but there is no practical difference between them in this respect, every one thinking himself entitled to kill all the fish he can, at all times of the year, in both of them.
And Nelson Langmaid had hinted, good-naturedly, that it was his, Hodder's, business, to get on good terms with Mr. Parr otherwise the rectorship of St. John's might not prove abed of roses. Although the lawyer had spoken with delicacy, he had once more misjudged his man the result being to put Hodder on his guard. He had been the more determined not to cater to the banker.
I will do my best to help you." "Well " she hesitated again. "Please continue to be frank," he begged. "I can't believe in the doctrine of the virgin birth," she responded in a low voice; "it seems to me so so material. And I feel I am stating a difficulty that many have, Mr. Hodder.
Don't shoot the pianist!" Langmaid set down his beer, and threw back his head and laughed. "If I were the Reverend Mr. Hodder, after such an exhibition as you gave, I should immediately have suspected the pianist of something, and I should have gone off by myself and racked my brains and tried to discover what it was.
The press of visitors at the parish house suddenly increased once more, men and women came to pour into his ears an appalling aeries of confessions; wrongs which, like Garvin's, had engendered bitter hatreds; woes, temptations, bewilderments. Hodder strove to keep his feet, sought wisdom to deal patiently with all, though at times he was tried to the uttermost.
He thinks the business section will grow that way." "I know," said Mr. Plimpton, and they looked at each other. The name predominant in both minds had been mentioned. "I wonder if Hodder really knows what he's up against." Mr. Plimpton sometimes took refuge in slang. "Well, after all, we're not sure yet that he's 'up against anything," replied Langmaid, who thought the time had come for comfort.
His one desire had been to get away, out of hearing, and he pressed forward over the tiled pavement until he stumbled against a stone balustrade that guarded a drop of five feet or so to the lawn below. At the same time he heard his name called. "Is that you, Mr. Hodder?" He started. The voice had a wistful tremulousness, and might almost have been the echo of the leaves stirring in the night air.
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