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"Well, at any rate, it is not what I mean at all," she said. "I mean that you habitually blunder about other people's affairs, in the belief, I imagine, that you are a great philanthropist, when you are only making an extraordinary exhibition of yourself." "The dev " began Hollanden. Afterward he said, "Now, I wonder what in blue thunder you mean this time?" "Mean this time?
By the way," he added, "you haven't got any obviously loose screws in your character, have you?" "No," said Hawker, after consideration, "only general poverty that's all." "Of course, of course," said Hollanden. "But that's bad. They'll get on to you, sure. Particularly since you come up here to see Miss Fanhall so much." Hawker glinted his eyes at his friend.
It was light down at the railroad station, anyhow. If you had any sand thunder, but I did get up early this morning! Say, do you play tennis?" "After a fashion," said Hawker. "Why?" "Oh, nothing," replied Hollanden sadly. "Only they are wearing me out at the game.
"Was that her?" asked Hawker listlessly. "Was that her?" cried Hollanden, with indignation. "Was that her?" "Oh!" said Hawker. Hollanden mused again. "She's got lots of money," he said. "Loads of it. And I think she would be fool enough to have sympathy for you in your work. They are a tremendously wealthy crowd, although they treat it simply. It would be a good thing for you.
Hollanden climbed offendedly from the great weather-beaten stone. "Well, I shall go and see that the men have not spilled the luncheon while breaking their necks over these rocks. Would you like to have it spread here, Mrs. Fanhall? Never mind consulting the girls. I assure you I shall spend a great deal of energy and temper in bullying them into doing just as they please.
Really, you know, Billie, it is such a fine thing being in love that one is sure to be detestable to the rest of the world, and that is the reason they created a proverb to the other effect. You want to look out." "You talk like a blasted old granny!" said Hawker. "Haven't changed at all. This place is all right, only " "You are gone," interrupted Hollanden in a sad voice.
The music, the noise of the galloping horses, the voices of the brawlers, gave the whole thing the quality of war. There were two men in the café who seemed to be tranquil. Hollanden carefully stacked one lump of sugar upon another in the middle of his saucer and poured cognac over them. He touched a match to the cognac and the blue and yellow flames eddied in the saucer.
Hollanden listened, and approved him with a benign countenance. There was a little boat fastened to the willows at the edge of the black pool. After the spread, Hollanden navigated various parties around to where they could hear the great hollow roar of the falls beating against the sheer rocks. Stanley swam after sticks at the request of little Roger.
"At any rate," he said in an angry voice, "I have some comprehension and sympathy for the feelings of others." "Have you?" she asked. "How do you mean, Hollie? Do you mean you have feeling for them in their various sorrows? Or do you mean that you understand their minds?" Hollanden ponderously began, "There have been people who have not questioned my ability to "
"Ho!" cried Hollanden, "you're getting correct that's it exactly. You will become one of these intensely Look, Billie, the little one is going to punch him!" "No, he isn't. They never do," said Hawker morosely. "Why did you bring me here to-night, Hollie?" "I? I bring you? Good heavens, I came as a concession to you! What are you talking about? Hi! the little one is going to punch him, sure!"
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