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That flower in her hair is a talisman. If you were to snatch it away, she would vanish, or be transformed into something else." "What does he say?" asked Zenobia. "Nothing that has an atom of sense in it," answered Hollingsworth. "He is a little beside himself, I believe, and talks about your being a witch, and of some magical property in the flower that you wear in your hair."
Doubtless they were all engaged, these men who could afford to pay for their dinners, who did not have to hunt for invitations as a beggar rummages for a crust in an ash-barrel! But no as Hollingsworth left the lessening circle about the table an admiring youth called out "Holly, stop and dine!"
"There's that thing now!" exclaimed Kennedy. In the glow we could see a peculiar, birdlike figure flying through the air over toward the Hollingsworth house. It was the hydroaeroplane.
Again raising them, her look was more mild and calm. "Miles Coverdale!" said she. "Well, Zenobia," I responded. "Can I do you any service?" "Very little," she replied. "But it is my purpose, as you may well imagine, to remove from Blithedale; and, most likely, I may not see Hollingsworth again. A woman in my position, you understand, feels scarcely at her ease among former friends.
I brought thither no guest, because, after Hollingsworth failed me, there was no longer the man alive with whom I could think of sharing all. So there I used to sit, owl-like, yet not without liberal and hospitable thoughts. I counted the innumerable clusters of my vine, and fore-reckoned the abundance of my vintage.
Harry Feinberg, age 25, cleaner and dyer, born in Illinois. Charles Hawkins, age 28, laborer, born in Indiana. Charles Haywood, age 46, miner, born in Minnesota. E. F. Hollingsworth, age 29, fireman, born in North Carolina. J. E. Houlihan, age 36, miner, born in Ireland. Alfred Howard, age 28, coal packer, born in New York. Harvey Hubler, age 21, teamster, born in Illinois.
"What a rich tinge it gives to his colorless ideas, when he speaks of Zenobia!" I whispered to Hollingsworth. "But how can there possibly be any interest or connecting link between him and her?" "The old man, for years past," whispered Hollingsworth, "has been a little out of his right mind, as you probably see."
It is vagueness itself, and its advocate is little better than a type. Holgrave again, in "The House of the Seven Gables," is the scornful young radical; and both he and Hollingsworth are guilty of the mistake of supposing that they can do anything directly to improve the condition of things. God will bring about amendment in his own good time.
Hollingsworth Chase was dazzled. He discovered, much to his subsequent amusement, that he was holding his breath as he stared at her from the opposite side of the banquet hall, which had been transformed into a ballroom. She had just entered with the Deppinghams. Something seemed to shout coarsely, scoffingly in his ear: "Now, do you realise the distance that lies between?
"Ah! do we part so?" exclaimed she, seeing Hollingsworth about to retire. "And why not?" said he, with almost rude abruptness. "What is there further to be said between us?" "Well, perhaps nothing," answered Zenobia, looking him in the face, and smiling. "But we have come many times before to this gray rock, and we have talked very softly among the whisperings of the birch-trees.
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