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I didn't even think it was worth while to save the pieces; and I put my least one's clothes on her for some kind of a covering. "It was her concert dress," said the woman, regarding aunt Corinne's pantalets with some contempt. "I suppose I hought to thank you, but since she was hinticed away, I can't.
He quitted Corinne's house along with Lord Nelville, and said to him on their way home, "allow, my dear Oswald, that I may lay claim to some merit for not having paid my court to so charming a lady." "But," observed Nelville, "it seems, according to general opinion, that she is not easy to please in that respect." "It is said so," replied the Count, "but I can hardly believe it.
Corinne's maid, hearing the groans of Oswald, entered the room and, touched with the manner in which he was affected by the absence of her mistress, said to him, "My lord, let me comfort you; I hope my dear lady will pardon me for betraying her secret. Come into my room, and you shall see your portrait." "My portrait!" cried he.
Aunt Corinne's lips continued to move. She whispered to the hind wheel, "Mercy! If I was named Jonathan and Thrusty Ellen, I'd wish my folks'd forgot to name me at all!" Little Miami river was crossed without mishap, and the Padgetts and Breakaways took dinner together. Robert Day could not help noticing the difference between his grandmother's wagon and the wagons of the Virginians.
If anything could add to Corinne's ecstatic delight, it was this charming motion. Closing her eyes contentedly, she dropped asleep. The baby with canary hair looked at the receding nurse and carriage with widening eyes and reddening cheeks.
On reaching England, he found that his regiment's departure had been postponed, and, while waiting, he visited Northumberland, told Lady Edgarmond of his affection for her stepdaughter, and demanded Corinne's restoration to her rank. Lady Edgarmond unbendingly refused. "I owe to your father's memory," she added, "my exertion to prevent your union with her if I can.
"Never," cried Oswald, "until my deathbed fear not that word till then." "Alas!" said Corinne, "as I looked at the heavens a minute ago, the moon was covered by a cloud of fatal aspect. A childish superstition came back to my mind. To-night the sky condemns our love." That evening Corinne's maid brought him the papers in which she had written her story. III. Corinne's Story
"Yes, I understand and I won't forget. Thank you, Mr. McGowan, and good-night. Come along, Jack, Corinne's worrying, and will be till I get home." The two kept silent as they walked up the hill Garry, because he was too tired to discuss the cowardly attack; Jack, because what he had to say must be said when they were alone, when he could get hold of Garry's hand and make him open his heart.
He never argued; he never listened attentively enough to change his opinion; his words, once uttered, gave him no farther concern, and the best way was to forget them, if possible, as soon as he himself did. Oswald arrived in the evening at Corinne's, with a sentiment entirely new; he thought that he was expected.
"Zene has taken good care of you, has he?" "He didn't have to take care of us!" remonstrated Robert. "And last night when there was a fair, I thought he stuck around more than he was needed: There was the meanest boy that stuck up his hose at movers' children." Aunt Corinne's brother Tip laughed under his breath. "You'll not be movers' children much longer.
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