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Updated: June 19, 2025
Cordelia's agonised invocation and summons to the unpublished forces of nature, to be aidant and remediate to the good man's distress, is continually echoed by the poet, but with a broader application.
What Alice might have said or done when that moment had gone, and her mortification at Eva's disregard of her opinion had had chance to start afresh, it is impossible to tell, for before that could take place something very unexpected happened, and this was a most unlooked-for action on Cordelia's part.
Jessie noticed suddenly. "You must think Susie is to grow the other way before she wears it." Cordelia's only answer was a noncommittal smile which Jessie failed to understand. This thought, however, suddenly impressed Cordelia: "Now it is too short for Susie, and the hem is not one bit too wide, so I could not let it down. What if Hannah Straight Tree is so cross she will not let Dolly wear it?
"That Society keeps you till dark." Emmy Lou knew when Aunt Cordelia's tones were final. She had feared this. She stood fingering the window-curtain irresolute. In her heart she felt her literary qualifications were not being appreciated in Platonian circles anyway. A dancing club it sounded alluring. The window was near the bureau with its mirror she stole a look.
But if we could see into Cordelia's mind we would be surprised to discover that she did not regard herself as flesh-and-blood Mahoney, but as romantic Clarice Delamour, and she only thought of Jerry as James the butler.
She received me very cordially, and I well remember the pleasant impression left on my ear by the first sound of her voice, soft and low as Cordelia's. In these two attributes it resembled that of Flora Bellasys, yet their tones were essentially different as different as is to the taste a draft of pure sparkling water from one of strong sweet wine.
Aunt Louise looked over Aunt Cordelia's shoulder. "B," said Emmy Lou, "e Be." The aunties nodded. "M," said Emmy Lou, "y my." Emmy Lou did not hesitate. "V," said Emmy Lou, "a, l, e, n, t, i, n, e Valentine. Be my Valentine." "There!" said Aunt Cordelia. "Well!" said Aunt Katie. "At last!" said Aunt Louise. "H'm!" said Uncle Charlie.
At daybreak the Earl of Kent removed his royal master to Dover, and hurried to the Court of France to tell Cordelia what had happened. Cordelia's husband gave her an army and with it she landed at Dover. Here she found poor King Lear, wandering about the fields, wearing a crown of nettles and weeds. They brought him back and fed and clothed him, and Cordelia came to him and kissed him.
In the present case the publick has decided. Cordelia, from the time of Tate, has always retired with victory and felicity. And, if my sensations could add any thing to the general suffrage, I might relate, that I was many years ago so shocked by Cordelia's death, that I know not whether I ever endured to read again the last scenes of the play till I undertook to revise them as an editor.
Outside the snow fell softly; he knew that it was wrapping that new-made grave on the cold, fir-sentinelled hillside with a stainless shroud of infinite purity and peace. Miss Cordelia's Accommodation "Poor little creatures!" said Miss Cordelia compassionately. She meant the factory children.
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