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But in the slow eddies and shoal water under each bank the gray canoe moved up-stream under the steady drive of Hollister's paddle. Doris sat in the bow.
He went limp suddenly and slid out of Hollister's grasp. And they let him lie, a dead man beside the dead woman on the floor. They stood up themselves and stared at the bodies with that strange incredulity men sometimes feel in the face of sudden death. Both Lawanne and Hollister were familiar with death, death by the sniper's bullet, by machine gun and shell, by bayonet and poison gas.
That was in old Mr Hollister's time, however," added the truth-loving Katie reflectively. Miss Elizabeth smiled. "Mr Burnet is partial in his judgment." "But you are happy, Miss Elizabeth," said Katie wistfully. "Am I? I ought to be, I suppose; yes, I think so. I am content, and that is better than happiness, they say." This was something that required consideration.
It was no wonder that the Hollisters were Democrats, for they had a queer streak in them; owing, no doubt, to the fact that old Mr. Jules Hollister's mother had been a Frenchwoman. He looked like a Frenchman, by the way, and always wore a skullcap.
"Where the hill-heads split the tide Of green and living air, I would press Adventure hard To her deepest lair. I would let the world's rebuke Like a wind go by, With my naked soul laid bare To the naked sky." Out of some recess in his memory, where they had fixed themselves long before, those lines rose to Hollister's lips. And he looked a long time before he turned downhill. A week passed.
For a long time Myra had ceased to trouble him with the irritating uncertainty of their first meetings. She apparently accepted him and his mutilated face as part of Doris Hollister's background and gave him no more thought or attention. Always in the little gatherings at his house Hollister contrived to keep in the shadow, to be an onlooker rather than a participant, just as Charlie Mills did.
I have sat on that ridge" she pointed unerringly to the first summit above Hollister's timber, straight back and high above the rim of the great cliff south of the Big Bend "and felt as if I had drunk a lot of wine; just to be away up in that clear still air, with not a living soul near and the mountains standing all around like the pyramids."
My father couldn't intend to do that, just because my monthly reports hadn't always been what he thought they ought to be! Gene Hollister's were no better, if as good, and he was going to Princeton.
Emery would be quite herself in ten days a shorter time than he had feared. Lydia was really charming in a rose-colored dress that matched the dewy flush in her cheeks; the roast looked cooked as he liked it, and he had heard some warm words that day about the brilliancy of young Paul Hollister's prospects.
Not for worlds, were the last year to be lived over again, would I have one day of my life altered. 'Well, I suppose I ought to be satisfied, I wanted you for Lesbia, and I have got you for Mary. Best of all, I have got you for myself. Ronald Hollister's son is mine; he is of my kin; he belongs to me; he will not forsake me in life; he will be near me, God grant, when I die.
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