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Regan. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he. Cornwall. Bind fast his corky arms. Gloster. What mean your graces? Good my friends, consider. You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends. Cornwall. Bind him, I say. Regan. Hard, hard: O filthy traitor! Gloster. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none. Cornwall. Gloster. Regan. So white, and such a traitor! Gloster.
Men at sixty-five become podagrical and sour, perhaps, but they are not as much worried by thoughts of the poorhouse as they are by visions of the play-house. Corky was to be seen everywhere with the Grand Duchess. He was the life of her big and little feasts at Pre Catalin and D'Armenonville.
One evening, when a banquet was given him in honor of his coronation, the king excused himself when the speeches got rather corky, and went into the sitting-room to have a chat with his wife, Elgiva, of whom he was very fond, and her mother. St. Dunstan, who had still to make a speech on Foreign Missions with a yard or so of statistics, insisted on Edwy's return. An open outbreak was the result.
Oh the gay and happy town! I thought. Where the turn-outs bear such a proportion to the drays, no wonder cafés thrive, exquisite drinks are served, and a corky people, who have a happy faculty, as illustrated by the late war, of coming up the quicker the farther they are pressed down, find the thing enjoyable.
"Yes," said he, so succinctly that the four ladies were bitterly disappointed. For them, the topic called for the most elaborate treatment. "I shall give a big ball right after the holidays," said the Grand Duchess, determined to keep the subject going. "Corky and I have been going over the list of invitations this week. We mean to make it very select.
"Leave it to Jeeves," I said. I first got to know Corky when I came to New York. He was a pal of my cousin Gussie, who was in with a lot of people down Washington Square way.
They had large, broad, oval, deep green, shining leaves, with white and fragrant flowers, and the bark was of a red colour. The trees varied in height from forty to sixty feet. There were other trees in the neighbourhood which looked very like them, but Don Jose showed us the difference. The nature of the bark is known by its splintery, fibrous, or corky texture.
Five minutes later Corky was drinking his own health in the presence of the Grand Duchess from Wisconsin. "I have heard so much of you, Mr. Van Winkle," she said. "Is it true that you are a descendant of that aristocratic old Rip?" Corky couldn't help blushing. He begged her not to get her Van Winkles mixed, and she tapped him on the knuckles with her pearl-studded fan.
By the time George was dressed he had put his position into these words these feather-brained, corky, preposterous words: "By gum!" said George, brushing his hair, "by gum! I'm in a devil of a hole!" The decision summed up a cogitation that showed him to be in a hole indeed, but not in so fearsome a pit as he had at first imagined.
His mind meant clearly, and with trust in proper Providence, to remain in its present bodily surroundings, with which it had no fault to find. Grief, however so far as a man having faith in his luck admits that point certainly was making some little hole into a heart of corky fibre.
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