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If I could but have trusted her one moment.... No! all the pride, the spite, the suspicion, the prejudice of years, rolled back upon me. "An aristocrat! and she, too, the one who has kept me from Lillian!" And in my bitterness, not daring to speak the real thought within me, I answered with a flippant sneer "Yes, madam! like Cordelia, so young, yet so untender!
Sez I, calmly, "Yes it is a remarkable one." "Did you ever hear anything like it?" says she, triumphly. "No," sez I honestly, "I never did." "Ardelia, read the poem on Little Ardelia Cordelia; give Miss Allen the treat of hearin' that beautiful thing." I sort a sithed low to myself; it wuz more of a groan than a common sithe, but Miss Tutt didn't heed it, she kep' right on
Cordelia C. Peck, widow of Rev. Linus M. Peck, and daughter of Rev. Dr. Nathaniel Kendrick; she died October, 1852. Third, to Miss Augusta Hoyt, August, 1855, who is the mother of his four surviving children.
The school-teacher sat beside her on the seat, and Cordelia and the girls were snuggled down in hay upon the bottom of the sled, with comforters for lap-robes. The little log store was but two miles distant, and the party were not long in reaching it. It stood upon a steep bluff on the opposite shore.
"Again there walks Cordelia Running Bird very far away," said Hannah Straight Tree. "She has walked alone two afternoons. She must be thinking very hard." "She is going on the mourner's walk," observed the girl who kept the playroom. "When an Indian walks alone, so far and very slow, that means they are too sad.
Particularly was Cora Cordelia wont to peer through the fence and gaze upon that red bench, thinking it a charming place in which to play house, ignorant of the fact that much of the red paint would have come off on her back. Cora Cordelia was the youngest of the five.
They said, "We are in black fear, but we will keep near you, and our bad conduct to you is done." The charm and joy of that morning are fresh to me still, when H. M. S. Cordelia, Captain Vernon, steamed into our lovely Harbor.
Lear was very much pleased with Regan's professions, and turned to his youngest daughter, Cordelia. "Now, our joy, though last not least," he said, "the best part of my kingdom have I kept for you. What can you say?" "Nothing, my lord," answered Cordelia. "Nothing can come of nothing. Speak again," said the King. And Cordelia answered, "I love your Majesty according to my duty no more, no less."
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.
She cast a glance at Tommy. "Not much like my sister Louisa Cordelia, she isn't." "The children just love her to death," said Mary. "Go on, honey, and say the little piece about the little bird." Luella arose, breathed hard, curtseyed, and very sweetly recited, A little bird sat on a tree, And waved his little wing at me. He said, "This seems a pleasant day, I think perhaps I'll fly away."
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