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Holiday's attention was soon strongly attracted to the various groups of peasants which she saw working in the fields, or walking along the road. First came a young girl, with a broad-brimmed straw hat on her head, driving a donkey cart loaded with sheaves of grain. Next an old and decrepit-looking woman, with a great bundle of sticks on her head.
Naturally there was no escape for Eldridge after that. Larry Holiday grabbed him firmly and demanded to know if he had seen Ruth Annersley and if he had and knew where she was to tell him everything quick. It was important. Considering Larry Holiday's haggard face and tense voice Eldridge admitted the importance and spun his yarn.
An apartment, according to the French use of the term, is not a single room, but a group of rooms, suitable to be occupied by one family. The number of pieces is the number of rooms. Mr. Holiday's three rooms were a small but beautifully furnished parlor, where they had breakfast, and two bed rooms. One bed room was for himself and Mrs. Holiday, and the other was for Jennie.
Once more the words were couched in the symbol tongue of the poet in India in only two sentences, but sentences so poignant that they stamped themselves forever on Tony Holiday's mind as they stood out from the paper in Alan's beautiful, striking handwriting. "When the lighted lamp is brought into the room I shall go.
"Wouldn't you be cross," said the young man, "if you had to look forward to sitting up all night in a cold smoking compartment?" "Can't you get a berth?" "I had a drawing-room," said the young man, "but at the last minute I had to give it up to a lady." Mr. Holiday's eyes twinkled with benign interest.
The next morning had brought Ted's pleasant, penitent note, explaining his defection and expressing the hope that they might meet again soon, signed hers "devotedly." Poor Madeline! The cup of her regret was very bitter to the taste as she read that letter of Ted Holiday's.
"Yes; I've appealed to my chief and got permission to pick this up again. My holiday's due and I'll go to Italy instead of Scotland. I was in it from the first, you know." "I do know I know all about it, from my old pal, Albert Redmayne. He wrote me the most lucid dispatch that ever I read." "You can go, Mr. Ganns?" "I must go, boy. Albert wants me." "Could you get off in a week?" "A week!
Phil flushed at that. The point went home. He remembered vividly his boyish self tearing reluctantly from Doctor Holiday's fireworks impelled by an unbearably guilty conscience to confess to Stuart Lambert that his own son had been a transgressor against the law.
This is not a bad summary of the palpable injustice and fraud of slavery, giving as it does to the lazy and idle, the comforts which God designed should be given solely to the honest laborer. But to the holiday's.
So I passed through the vacant streets, still seeing the town as it was, and not as it is, and recognizing and metaphorically shaking hands with a hundred familiar objects which no longer exist; and finally climbed Holiday's Hill to get a comprehensive view. The whole town lay spread out below me then, and I could mark and fix every locality, every detail. Naturally, I was a good deal moved.
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