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"People will assume that I'm in love." "Well, aren't you?" Fleur shrugged her shoulders. 'I might have known it, thought June; 'she's Soames' daughter fish! And yet he! "What do you want me to do then?" she said with a sort of disgust. "Could I see Jon here to-morrow on his way down to Holly's? He'd come if you sent him a line to-night.
Holly's on Prairie Avenue and the next morning set out for the Carver Publishing Company, and found it, with the assistance of most of the policemen and street-car conductors as well as a large number of ordinary pedestrians encountered between Prairie on the South Side, and Wilson Avenue on the North. I asked for Mr. Carver, and handed him Mr. Baker's letter.
"Then the heavens have declared a lie," said Leo contemptuously. "That is as you will," answered Atene; "but so it must befall, not by my hand or those of my servants, but by yours. And then?" "Why by mine? Why not by Holly's? Yet, if so, then doubtless I shall suffer the punishment of my crime at the hands of his mourning widow," he replied exasperated.
After puffing and blowing with considerable energy, Holly kindled a flame; and we then concluded to mix up some gingerbread, and bake it in clam-shells As I heard the monotonous hum of the bees, and remarked the stillness around, while everything seemed to speak of the Sabbath, my conscience reproached me; and I was several times on the point of turning back into the parlor, but I lacked sufficient courage to resist Holly's glowing descriptions of our gingerbread that was to be.
Even Simeon Holly glowed into a semblance of life when David had unerringly picked out and called by name the spruce, and fir, and pine, and larch, and then, in answer to Mrs. Holly's murmured: "But, David, where's the difference? They look so much alike!" he had said: "Oh, but they aren't, you know.
An imp danced in Holly's eyes Val's eyelashes were meeting. Whatever happened; he must not snore. Her finger and thumb closed on his thigh till he stirred uneasily. The discourse was over, the danger past. They were signing in the vestry; and general relaxation had set in. A voice behind her said: "Will she stay the course?" "Who's that?" she whispered. "Old George Forsyte!"
Holly leant forward and looked into Lightning Speed's jet-black eyes, those eyes as soft as they were black, as wonderfully full of feeling as were Holly's own bright, loving eyes. The black eyes of the girl looked into the black eyes of the horse.
What?" stammered the man, not knowing whether to believe his eyes, or his ears. This boy who fought like a demon and talked like a saint, and who, though battered and bruised, prattled of the "beautiful world" he had found, was most disconcerting. "Why, Jack, don't you know?" whispered the little girl agitatedly. "He's the boy at Mr. Holly's that they took."
"Yes, gipsies are jolly," replied Val, with a conviction which had just come to him; "you're rather like one, you know." Holly's face shone suddenly and deeply, like dark leaves gilded by the sun. "To go mad-rabbiting everywhere and see everything, and live in the open oh! wouldn't it be fun?" "Let's do it!" said Val. "Oh yes, let's!" "It'd be grand sport, just you and I."
I kissed Cousin Statia, who took up her sewing as calmly as though nothing of any importance was about to occur; and having delighted Holly's eyes with a bright ribbon in which all the colors of the rainbow seemed combined, I presented Sylvia with a collar worked by myself, and passed out to the stage, which was waiting for us.
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