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Watson would not hear of Holt's going to Mr. Shaw, to ask for an invitation for Saturday. He was told he must wait till another time. It was no great consolation to Holt that on Sunday it would want only nineteen days to the holidays: for he was to remain at Crofton. He hoped to like the holidays better than school-days, and to be petted by Mrs.
But the best theoretical teaching about anything cannot secure a beginner from failures, and Arthur was presently brought up by several inches of snow gathered round the edges of his boards, and adding no small weight. 'Practice makes perfect, was Sam Holt's consolatory remark. 'Get the axes, Robert, and we'll go chop a bit. 'I'll stay awhile by the snow-shoes, said Arthur.
'Then I've gained one benefit by being poor, said Robert; 'nobody can have a motive for over-reaching me' which was philosophic consolation. Mr. Holt's business would not permit him to leave till next evening.
Holt's nightly bezique, which he played with Susan, did not seem to be going as well as usual, and elsewhere conversation was a palpable pretence. Mr. Spence, who was attempting to entertain the two daughters-in-law, was clearly distrait if his glances meant anything. Robert and Joshua had not appeared, and Mrs.
In Father Holt's time little Harry Esmond acted as his familiar and faithful little servitor; beating his clothes, folding his vestments, fetching his water from the well long before daylight, ready to run anywhere for the service of his beloved priest.
Holt's right, and who apparently was determined not to suffer a total eclipse without a struggle, gallantly and unexpectedly came to his hostess' rescue, though she treated him as a doubtful ally.
A pair of baleful eyes were glaring up at mine. I understood the position in a flash of startled amazement. Sydney, in following Mr Holt, had started on a wild goose chase after all. I was alone with the occupant of that mysterious house, the chief actor in Mr Holt's astounding tale. He had been hidden in the heap of rugs all the while. In Pursuit Augustus Champnell, Confidential Agent.
Just new built, ain't it? and you just put in charge? Captain Nathaniel Holt's your name am I right?" "Yes, you're just right." And the captain, dismissing the man and the incident from his mind, turned on his heel, walked the length of the narrow porch and stood scanning the sky and the blurred horizon line. The twilight was now deepening and a red glow shimmered through the settling fog.
Holt's flowers, in Joshua's cow barn, which they traversed, and declared, if he were ever rich enough, he would live in the country.
'Come in! says I; but it knocked again, as if it were too stately to open the door for itself; so I got up, rather cross, and opened the door; and there stood Jerry Dixon, Mr Holt's head clerk; only he was not head clerk then. 'Cool and easy! thought I; meaning hisself, not his place, which I knew must be pretty hot.
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