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"About the hours, you know, the unclouded ones," explained David eagerly. "You know you said they were ALL cloudy to you." Miss Holbrook's face grew very white. "You mean you've found out WHY my hours are are all cloudy ones?" she stammered. "No, oh, no. I can't imagine why they are," returned David, with an emphatic shake of his head.
"Yes," Gilbert said, not caring to answer this question directly, "I do take a warm interest in Mrs. Holbrook's affairs, and I am very anxious to see her placed in undisputed possession of her late grandfather's property." "I should think her husband would see after that," Mr. Tulliver remarked with a sneer. Gilbert left the court after having asked a few questions about Jacob Nowell's funeral.
Holbrook's disappearance, and haunted with a presence which was most hateful to her. Stephen Whitelaw had taken to coming to the Grange much oftener than of old.
In natural history, Holbrook's "North American Herpetology," or a description of the reptiles of the United States, is a work of great magnitude, and sustains a high scientific reputation. Since the death of Audubon, the subject to which he devoted his life has been pursued by Cassin and Girard, who rank with him as naturalists.
Holbrook, as I have told you, loved her passionately." "That passionate kind of love is apt to wear itself out very quickly with some men. Your bailiff's daughter complained bitterly of Mr. Holbrook's frequent absence from the Grange, of the dulness and loneliness of my poor girl's life." "Women are apt to be exacting," Sir David answered with a deprecating shrug of the shoulders.
And does Mr. Jack often tell you stories?" "No. He never told only this one and maybe that's why I remember it so." "Well, and what did the Princess do?" Miss Holbrook's voice was still light, still carelessly preoccupied. Her attention, plainly, was given to the sewing in her hand. "She didn't do and that's what was the trouble," sighed I David. "She didn't wave, you know."
I live at Farmer Holly's now; but I did live on the mountain with father, you know." A great light of understanding broke over Miss Holbrook's face. She dropped back into her seat. "Oh, I remember," she murmured. "You're the little er boy whom he took. I have heard the story. So THAT is who you are," she added, the old look of aversion coming back to her eyes.
Holbrook's medicines, helped to bring the color back to the pallid cheek and the brightness to her eyes.
"Oh, how I wished for Deborah! I had no time for crying, for now all seemed to depend on me. I wrote for Deborah to come home. I sent a message privately to that same Mr Holbrook's house poor Mr Holbrook; you know who I mean. I don't mean I sent a message to him, but I sent one that I could trust to know if Peter was at his house.
Now's your time: if you take her to the circus, very likely she will do what you want her to." This was a little too absurd, even for Tip, who wanted to believe it all so badly; but who ever heard of taking any one to a circus in order to get them to love Jesus? Tip knew altogether too well for his comfort, that day, that Mr. Holbrook's example was the safe one.
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