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But if he was at Hathercleugh, what of the tale which Hollins had told us the night before? nay, that very morning, for it was after midnight when he sat there in Mr. Lindsey's parlour. And, suddenly, another idea flashed across me Was that tale true, or was the man telling us a pack of lies, all for some end?
Shelldrake brought in the apples and water we were discussing the plan as a settled thing. Hollins had an engagement to deliver Temperance lectures in Ohio during the summer, but decided to postpone his departure until August, so that he might, at least, spend two months with us. Faith Levis couldn't go, at which, I think, we were all secretly glad.
He waited for them to emerge, but they had apparently settled to more of this high-handed talk. Then, like an icy wave to engulf him, came a name "Tommy Hollins." It came in the Demon's voice, indistinguishable words preceding it. And in the flapper's voice came "Tommy Hollins!" gently, caressingly, it seemed.
As neither Eunice and Miss Ringtop, nor Hollins and Abel showed any disposition to room together, I quietly gave up to them the four rooms in the second story, and installed myself in one of the attic chambers. Here I could hear the music of the rain close above my head, and through the little gable window, as I lay in bed, watch the colors of the morning gradually steal over the distant shores.
We read the 'Dial, and Emerson; we believed in Alcott as the 'purple Plato' of modern times; we took psychological works out of the library, and would listen for hours to Hollins while he read Schelling or Fichte, and then go home with a misty impression of having imbibed infinite wisdom.
He fairly started at that and then he began looking on all sides of me, as if to find out if I was accompanied. And all of a sudden he plumped me with a question. "Where is Hollins?" he asked. "I'll be bound you know!" "Dead!" I answered him. "Dead, Mr. Meekin! As dead as Phillips, or as Abel Crone.
"'Yes, answered Hollins, 'and if we succeed, as I feel we shall, for I think I know the hearts of all of us here, this may be the commencement of a new eepoch for the world. We may become the turning-point between two dispensations: behind us everything false and unnatural, before us everything true, beautiful, and good.
"They? Who?" I demanded. "Who locked you in?" "Sir Gilbert and that butler of his Hollins," she answered. "I took the short cut through the grounds here last night, and I ran upon the two of them at the corner of the ruins, and they stopped me, and wouldn't let me go, and locked me up here, promising I'd be let out later on." "Sir Gilbert!" I exclaimed. "You're sure it was Sir Gilbert?"
Infantry intrenchments extended these forts, and a field-battery of six pieces was added to the armament of the upper fort. Commodore Hollins, of the Confederate navy, aided the land-forces with eight gunboats.
Of course, Hollins has been in at all this but now who's killed Hollins? And where's the chief party the other man?" "What?" I exclaimed. "You don't think he killed Hollins, then?" "I should be a fool if I did, my lad," he answered. "Bethink yourself! when all was cut and dried for their getting off, do you think he'd stick a knife in his confederate's throat? No!
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