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Her sister had intense local attachments, and the most intense of them all was for this place, her birthplace, where she had passed her youth. My aunt had the true sentiment of ancestry, and it was painful to her to see a place go out of a family. I have the same sentiment, though with less intensity, and there were other reasons that made me love Hollins very much.
"The Shelldrakes are still living in Norridgeport. They have become Spiritualists, I understand, and cultivate Mediums. Hollins, when I last heard of him, was a Deputy-Surveyor in the New York Custom-House. Perkins Brown is our butcher here in Waterbury, and he often asks me 'Do you take chloride of soda on your beefsteaks? He is as fat as a prize ox, and the father of five children."
"Aye, hoo has," replied Skedlock; "an' her mother wur th' same. But, let me finish my tale, Nanny, an' then " "Well, it wur pitch dark when Robin geet to th' Hollins farm-yard wi' his cart.
They might think Jim wouldn't help in the row, but he knew better. Jim was old Jim Breede, who would of course take Bunker Bean's head off. He had been a fool all the time. In the car he had strained himself to the point of mentioning the Hollins boy. The flapper had laughed unaffectedly.
I said, shaking my head. "I'm beginning to see through some of it! But, Maisie, you'll be a good girl, and just do what I tell you? and that's to stay where you are until I fetch you down. For there's more dreadfulness below where Sir Gilbert may be, Heaven knows, but Hollins is lying murdered on the stair; and if I didn't see him murdered, I saw him take his last breath!"
He could have sworn that the eyes of Breede's daughter gleamed with cold anticipatory malice. He shuddered for Breede. And he wished Tommy Hollins well of his bargain. Flirt, indeed! All alike! "Chubbins!" called the unconscious father from afar. "Yes, Pops!" She gripped his hand with a well-muscled fervour. "Oh, he'll have another in a little while, don't you worry!"
He was a good forty yards away from me at that time, but I could see the strained, anxious expression on his face. Things had gone wrong Hollins and the car had not met him where he had expected them and he was trying to find out what had happened.
My aunts knew nobody in London except one or two ladies of rank superior to their own, on whom we made formal calls, which was a sort of human intercourse that I heartily detested, as I detest it to this day. Our lodgings were in Baker Street, which, after our pure air, open scenery, and complete liberty at Hollins, seemed to me like a prison.
And she was undeniably good to look at in the white of her tennis costume; the hair, like Nap's spots in its golden brown, was filleted with a scarlet ribbon, and her eyes shone from her freshened face with an unwonted sparkle decision, certitude what was it? He deemed that he knew. "Tommy Hollins coming to play," she vouchsafed in explanation of the racquet she carried. "Are you glad to go?"
He gave a sort of chuckle when he said this, and it emboldened me to come to grips with him as far as words went. "Then what harm can I do you, Mr. Hollins?" I asked. "You're not in any danger that I know of." He looked at me as if wondering whether I wasn't trying a joke on him, and after staring a while he shook his head. "I'm leaving this part finally," he answered.
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