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You you know Ollie's goin' away, an' an' an' I was thinkin' about it all day yesterday, an', Daddy, why ain't we got no folks?" Mr. Lane stirred uneasily. Sammy continued, "There's the Matthews's, they've got kin back in Illinois; Mandy Ford's got uncles and aunts over on Lang Creek; Jed Holland's got a grandad and mam, and even Preachin' Bill talks about a pack o' kin folks over in Arkansaw.
Each boy wanted to make somebody else a Castilian, and fight himself under the banner of the Netherlands. But friends and foes are necessary for a war, and Holland's heroic courage required Spaniards to prove it.
The chauffeur folded the card and scratched his chin reflectively. "Eccentricity," he said. It was a nice five-syllable word, and its employment was a comfort to this perturbed Australian. He cleaned his face and hands, and went into the tiny kitchen to prepare his master's dinner. Mr. Holland's house was a remarkable one.
For the mutual amenities of Melbourne and Alvanley and Rogers and Allen, for Lord Holland's genial humour, and for Lady Holland's indiscriminate insolence, we can refer to Lord Macaulay's Life and Charles Greville's Journals, and the enormous mass of contemporary memoirs.
In Charles Holland's household she took Electa's place an unpaid upper servant. Charles and Caroline were kind enough to her, and there was plenty to do. For five years her dull, colorless life went on, during which time she never crossed the threshold of the house where Victoria Holland ruled with a sway as absolute as Naomi's had been.
While somewhat severe, it adds dignity in motive as well as in treatment. On the outside some fine decorative tile panels reflect one of the chief industries of the Dutch and also tell of the influence that Dutch art has long received from Holland's East Indian possessions. These tile panels are very decorative.
Pillage and butchery were often its auxiliaries, although in these respects it in nowise equalled its twin corporation, the Dutch East India Company, whose exploitation of Holland's Asiatic possessions was a long record of horrors.
It appeared that Holland's telegram had been duly telephoned from the office, but that her husband was down with rheumatism, the second gardener dismissed, and the "boy" allowed to go home to spend Christmas, so that there had been no one to send.
Snuggling closer, he lisped back in perfect English, "Eric's tired." At once Father Holland's free hand caught my arm as if he feared I might rush out. For a moment neither of us spoke. Then he said, "Give me your coat." I ripped off my buckskin-smock. Wrapping the sleeping boy about, the priest laid him gently among the ferns.
"I!" cried Olivia. Mrs. Hastings, brows lifted, lips parted, winked with lightning rapidity in an effort to understand. St. George pulled himself together. "Your Highness," he said sternly, "there are several things upon which I must ask you to enlighten us. And the first, which I hope you will forgive, is whether you have any direct proof that what you tell us of Miss Holland's father is true."
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