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God was too dim, too nebulous, for Hollister's need. Friendship was almost unattainable. How could a man with a face so mutilated that it was grotesque, repellent, cultivate the delicate flower of friendship? Doris loved him because she could not see him. When she could see, she would cease to love. And there would be nothing left for him nothing.
"I am not very well up in theology myself, but it struck me that the sermon was not just in the style of old Mr Hollister's." "I doubt you werena in the way of taking much heed of Mr Hollister's sermons, and you can ask Mr Maxwell the meaning of his words if you are not satisfied. What was lacking in the sermon the years will supply to those that are to follow it.
After old Mr Hollister's death, when others fell in with the new order of things, and one after another of his old friends found his place in the church, he kept back and remained a spectator, even when he would gladly have gone with them.
"I don't think I ever saw a handsomer man. Now, if he had looked at me " The sentence was never finished, for at this crucial moment I dropped a grammar.... I had heard enough, however, to excite my curiosity to the highest pitch. And that evening, when I came in at five o'clock to study, I asked my mother what had become of Gene Hollister's aunt.
He promised to look Hollister up again before he went away. The world actually seemed cheerful to Hollister, after Rutherford had gone, until in moving about the room he caught sight of his face in the mirror. About ten days later Tommy Rutherford walked into Hollister's room at eight in the evening.
He appraised Bland with some care, this tall, ruddy Englishman who had supplanted him in a woman's affections, and who, unless Hollister's observation had tricked him, was in a fair way to be himself supplanted. For Hollister was the unwilling spectator of a drama to which he could not shut his eyes.
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.
She had walked in the sun and had started to run and had fallen over some stumps. Instantly they saw that she had been prostrated by the heat, and having recently studied "First aid to the injured" they proceeded to remove her blouse and open her corset, when lo! there upon a silver chain around her neck was not only Ethel Hollister's ring but another belonging to Honora Casey.
I heard that advice given to a girl in a play and I never forgot it; and if only girls could be brought to realize beforehand the sin of it there would be fewer unhappy marriages." The time arrived for the Hollisters to start. There were tears in Archibald Hollister's eyes as he kissed them goodbye at the train. Within the last year his life had been happier.
Griswold's Prose Writers: The first man of the world during the second quarter of the eighteenth century. Hollister's History of Connecticut: The most gifted man of the eighteenth century, perhaps the most profound thinker in the world. Moses Coit Tyler: The most original and acute thinker yet produced in America.
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