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2: Miraculous Newes from the Cittie of Holt, in the Lordship of Munster, in Germany, the twentieth of September last past, 1616, where there were plainly beheld three dead bodyes rise out of their Graves admonishing the people of Judgements to come. Several allusions to this practice may be found in the works of our early English dramatists.
At dat place she come up to me an' says, 'Samson, I'll wrastle you! 'Go long, says I, 'I kin't wrastle no woman like you. 'You got to, she says, swearin' like a man, an' takin' holt of me jess like a man wrastles.
Holt is always picking up queer people like that. She's noted for it." He turned to her. How did you happen to come here?" "I came with Susan," she replied, amusedly, "from boarding-school at Sutcliffe." "From boarding-school!" She rather enjoyed his surprise. "You don't mean to say you are Susan's age?" "How old did you think I was?" she asked. "Older than Susan," he said surveying her.
"I believe you, Billy," declared Thayor briskly. "You have done what I knew you would. Ah, yes you're right about those two good fellows, Holt and Skinner. Their greeting to me this afternoon touched me deeply. Why, even the old dog remembered me." "Remembered you? Of course he did. Hite says the old dog has never got over your killing that buck."
Swiftwater Pete had offered to go with her, but she had been relieved of his well-meant kindness by the demand of Holt. "No, you don't, Pete. You ain't a-goin' off gallivantin' with no young lady. You're a-goin' to stay here and fix my game laig for me. What do you reckon Miss Sheba wants with a fat, lop-sided lummox like you along with her?" Pete grew purple with embarrassment.
Holt broke the silence. "Surely, Howard," she said, "you're not going to church in those clothes." "I hadn't thought of going to church," replied Mr. Spence, helping himself to cherries. "What do you intend to do?" asked his hostess. "Read the stock reports for the week as soon as the newspapers arrive." "There is no such thing as a Sunday newspaper in my house," said Mrs. Holt.
My lord and lady being loyal followers of the banished king, were in a manner prisoners in their own house, so her ladyship gave the little page to know, who was by this time growing of an age to understand what was passing about him, and something of the character of the people he lived with. Father Holt came to the Hall constantly, but officiated no longer openly as chaplain.
"Since your majesty deigns to interest yourself so much about me," replied Nizza, "I will use no disguise. They are." "To whom?" demanded the king. "To Leonard Holt," was the answer. "What! the apprentice who brought Amabel hither!" cried the king. "Why, the Earl of Rochester seemed to intimate that he was in love with Amabel. Is it so?" "I cannot deny it," replied Nizza, hanging down her head.
Marrapit from the picture. What situation could be offered her in the Marrapit household? Why should "here" mean Herons' Holt? It must mean at a house in the district. Upon the magic carpet of this new thought my Mary was whirled again in an imaged paradise. She would be near her George.
Constraint was upon these people; each sat upon the extreme edge of the chair selected. After a pause, "You've been to Herons' Holt, then?" George remarked. "Yesterday. Yesterday night." "Ah! Yesterday. Thursday, so to speak. Um! Margaret quite well?" "Quite." The deadly pause came on again. Mary looked appealing to her George.
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