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A short, stout individual came forward, glanced at Hollister's scarred face with that involuntary disapproval which Hollister was accustomed to catch in people's expression before they suppressed it out of pity or courtesy, or a mixture of both. "I am Mr. MacFarlan." "I want legal advice on a matter of considerable importance," Hollister came straight to the point.
When her dolls were bad now, she shook them and called them "Indecent! indecent!" and asked them, with as close an imitation as she could manage, of Great-Aunt Hollister's tone, "What do you suppose people are thinking! What do you suppose people are thinking!" Or she knocked them into a corner and said "Shocking! Shocking!"
She laughed, as she said it, a little hysteric laugh, with suddenly moist eyes. She was an emotional creature. The road had been watched steadily for many hours before any arrival could have been legitimately expected. It gave restless interest something to do. At noon one of Molly Hollister's boys came running breathlessly up the road, waving his hat. "They're a-comin'!" he shouted.
He began to regard Mills with a livelier interest, to talk to the man, to draw him out, to discover the essential man under the outward seeming. He was not slow to discover that Mills was something more than so much bone and sinew which could be applied vigorously to an axe or a saw. Hollister's speculations took a new turn when Archie Lawanne and Bland came back from the bear hunt.
Watling, a lawyer who had married the youngest of Gene Hollister's aunts, the visitors entered stealthily, after the manner of burglars; some of these were heavy-jowled, and all had an air of mystery that raised my curiosity and excitement to the highest pitch. I caught hold of Ella as she came up the stairs, but she tore herself free, and announced to my father that Mr.
The war burst upon and shattered the placidity of his existence very much as the bombs from the first Zeppelins shattered the peace and security of London and Paris. He reacted to the impetus of the German assault as young men of his class uniformly reacted. There was in Hollister's mind no doubt or equivocation about what he must do. But he did not embark upon this adventure joyously.
One of Hollister's men was a lean, saturnine logger, past fifty, whose life had been spent in the woods of the Pacific Coast. There was no trick of the axe Hayes had not mastered, and he could perform miracles of shaping raw wood with neat joints and smooth surfaces.
He had done it because he had supposed Dillon harmless, to vent on him the spleen he could not safely empty upon Dud Hollister's blond head. If Bob had been alone the bow-legged man might have taken a chance though it is doubtful whether he would have invited that whirlwind attack again, unless he had had a revolver close at hand but he knew public sentiment was wholly against him.
Ethel Hollister's Second Summer as a Camp Fire Girl The morning after Ethel had declared herself her mother came up to her room. She could see that Mrs. Hollister had not slept and her eyes were red from weeping.
He could tolerate Hollister's mutilated countenance because he had grown accustomed to horrible sights, not because he had any particular sympathy for a crippled, mutilated man's misfortune, or any understanding of such a man's state of feeling. To Rutherford that was the fortune of war. So many were killed. So many crippled. So many disfigured. It was luck. He believed in his own luck.
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