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Cockayne might not require. It is true that every shilling of the money had been made by Cockayne, that every penny-piece represented a bit of soap which he had manufactured for the better cleansing of his generation. But this highly honourable fact, to the credit of poor Cockayne, albeit it was unpleasant to the nostrils of Mrs.
Je t'embrasse. How gets on the German? "We have such a specimen of the gandin here the Vicomte de Gars. I think John Catt had better make haste over. "Yours affectionately, Miss Carrie Cockayne to Miss Sharp. "Rue Millevoye. "My dearest Emmy, No answer from you? How unkind! But still I continue to give you my ideas of the moment from this. What do we want?
Cockayne," was his wife's greeting directly they were alone "raving mad to bring that vulgar fellow John Catt with you. Didn't you get my letters?" "I did, my dear; and they brought me over, and John Catt with me. I, at least, intend to act an honourable part." "Perhaps you will explain yourself, Mr. Cockayne." "I have travelled from Clapham for that purpose.
Cockayne resolutely refused to give up the delights and advantages of the society of the Vicomte de Gars; the foolish girl was well, just as foolish as her mamma; and finally, in a storm that shook the boarding-house almost to its respectable foundations, the Cockayne party broke up not before the Vicomte and Miss Theodosia Cockayne had had an explanation in the conservatory, and Mrs.
This is Alphonse Karr's magnificent spring assortment his Grand Occasion. "So you see, Mr. Cockayne," said his wife, "this Mr. Karr, whose book about the garden twaddle, I call it you used to think so very fine and poetic, is just a market-gardener and nothing more. He is positively an advertising tradesman." "Nothing more, mamma, I assure you," said Sophonisba.
Miss Tayleure described him as all eye-glass and shirt-front. Comic artists have often drawn the moon capering on spider-legs; a little filling out would make the Vicomte very like the caricature. He was profound in his salutations, learned in lace, witty thanks to the Figaro. His attentions to Miss Theodosia Cockayne, and to Madame her mother, were of the most splendid and elaborate description.
If you mean it as a joke, I would have you know that people don't joke with their wives; and I should think you ought to know by this time that I am not in the habit of wearing imitation jewellery." "I ought," briefly responded Cockayne; and then he rapidly continued, in order to ward off the fire he knew his smart rejoinder would provoke "Tell me where it was, my dear.
Cockayne was in the noble courtyard of the Hôtel, waiting to receive them on their return, with Carrie sitting close by him, intently reading a voluminous catalogue of the Louvre, on which, according to Mrs. Cockayne, her liege lord had "wasted five francs." Mr. Cockayne was all smiles. Mrs.
'The air here is so very clear. And they went up the creaking wooden stairs to supper in the Wistaria Pension as naturally as though the years had lifted them behind the mountains of the past in a single bound twenty-five years ago. Near where yonder evening star Makes a glory in the air, Lies a land dream found and far Where it is light always. Cockayne Country, Agnes Duclaux.
"What a pity, my dear," the incorrigible Mr. Cockayne continued, in spite of the unappeasable anger of Mrs. Cockayne "what a pity the Magasins de Louvre were not established at the time of the celebrated emigration of the ten thousand virgins; you see there would have been just one apiece."
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