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Besides," he cried in a brilliant afterthought, "she wouldn't tell you, anyhow, you fool!" "You're an encouraging brute," said Hawker, with a rueful grin. Later the Worcester girls seized upon Hollanden and piled him high with ferns and mosses. They dragged the long gray lichens from the chins of venerable pines, and ran with them to Hollanden, and dashed them into his arms.
Great Scott! not a one. 'You're 'way off, my boy, I said; 'there is one good model, and then I named your girl. I mean the girl who claims to be yours." "Poor little beggar!" said Hollanden. "Who?" said Pontiac. "Florinda," answered Hollanden. "I suppose " Pontiac interrupted. "Oh, of course, it is too bad. Everything is too bad. My dear sir, nothing is so much to be regretted as the universe.
"You're a fool," said Hollanden. "I hope to die if I ever saw such a complete idiot! You give me a pain. Just because she don't " "It isn't that. She has nothing to do with it, although I know well enough I know well enough " "What?" "I know well enough she doesn't care a hang for me. It isn't that. It is because it is because I can't paint. Look at that thing over there!
"Well, anyhow, Hollie," exclaimed the younger sister, "you didn't explain a thing about how literary men came to be so peculiar, and that's what you started out to do, you know." "Well," said Hollanden crossly, "you must never expect a man to do what he starts to do, Millicent. And besides," he went on, with the gleam of a sudden idea in his eyes, "literary men are not peculiar, anyhow."
Hollanden clasped both hands about his knee and looked thoughtfully away. "Oh, she's a girl." "She is?" said Hawker. "Yes. She came to the inn last night with her sister-in-law and a small tribe of young Fanhalls. There's six of them, I think." "Two," said Hawker, "a boy and a girl." "How do you oh, you must have come up with them. Of course. Why, then you saw her."
Remember the thought and energy I Damn the thing!" "Why, did you have a row with her?" asked Hollanden, perplexed. "I didn't know " "No, of course you didn't know," cried Hawker, sneering; "because I had no row. It isn't that, I tell you. But I know well enough" he shook his fist vaguely "that she don't care an old tomato can for me. Why should she?" he demanded with a curious defiance.
"Well, I'll come up and help you out." "Do," Hollanden laughed; "you and Miss Fanhall can team it against the littlest Worcester girl and me." He regarded the landscape and meditated. Hawker struggled for a grip on the thought of the stubble. "That colour of hair and eyes always knocks me kerplunk," observed Hollanden softly. Hawker looked up irascibly. "What colour hair and eyes?" he demanded.
The dull trample of a step could be heard in some distant corridor, but it died slowly to silence. "I thought that might be him," she said, turning to the spaghetti again. "I hope the old Indian comes," said Pennoyer, "but I don't believe he will. Seems to me he must be going to see " "Who?" asked Florinda. "Well, you know, Hollanden and he usually dine together when they are both in town."
These artists they take such a fiendish interest in their work. I dare say we won't see much of him until he has finished it. Where did you say you were going to walk?" "To meet the stage." "Oh, well, I won't have to play tennis for an hour, and if you insist " "Of course." As they strolled slowly in the shade of the trees Hollanden began, "Isn't that Hawker an ill-bred old thing?"
She turned toward him, large-eyed. "No. Not a single word of it." "Well, what did you say it for, then?" she demanded indignantly. "I said it," answered Hollanden placidly, "just to tease you." He looked abstractedly up to the trees. Presently she said slowly, "Just to tease me?" At this time Hollanden wore an unmistakable air of having a desire to turn up his coat collar.
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