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But I was still under the influence of the girl's melting gaze, and I saw that this was where I started in as a knight-errant. "You can count on me for all that sort of thing, Corky," I said. "Only too glad. Carry on, Jeeves." "I would suggest, sir, that Mr. Corcoran take advantage of Mr. Worple's attachment to ornithology." "How on earth did you know that he was fond of birds?"
What I mean is, she made me feel alert and dashing, like a jolly old knight-errant or something of that kind. I felt that I was with her in this thing to the limit. "I don't see why your uncle shouldn't be most awfully bucked," I said to Corky. "He will think Miss Singer the ideal wife for you." Corky declined to cheer up. "You don't know him. Even if he did like Muriel he wouldn't admit it.
"That makes poor old Corky a grandfather," groaned Rip. Pretty much the same conversation took place between Jeff and Beppy. "Corky is my father-brother," said Jeff, summing it all up. On the high seas, Mr. and Mrs.
Corky managed to get along by drawing an occasional picture for the comic papers he had rather a gift for funny stuff when he got a good idea and doing bedsteads and chairs and things for the advertisements. His principal source of income, however, was derived from biting the ear of a rich uncle one Alexander Worple, who was in the jute business.
The uncle had written Muriel a letter so dripping with the milk of human kindness that if he hadn't known Mr. Worple's handwriting Corky would have refused to believe him the author of it. Any time it suited Miss Singer to call, said the uncle, he would be delighted to make her acquaintance. Shortly after this I had to go out of town.
One night, after a rather productive game in the apartments of a family from Cedar Rapids, he proposed a supper at Maxim's. His host not only fell in with the proposition, but insisted on giving the supper himself. Corky was very polite. He took into consideration the fact that Mr. Riggles was a much older man than himself, and allowed him to have his own way.
But, peradventure, it may be sagaciously urged, how is this? We thought the tissued, infiltrated head of the Sperm Whale, was the lightest and most corky part about him; and yet thou makest it sink in an element of a far greater specific gravity than itself. We have thee there.
She goes out a great deal, I hear: I'm not certain whether she's gone back to her maiden name or retains her ex-husband's. His name is Smith." "I see," said Corky, abstractedly. "Good looking?" "Mary? Yes, indeed. Stunning. I'm sure you'll admire her, Mr. Van Winkle." "I wish you'd call me Courtney." "I suppose I might just as well begin," she said resignedly.
On a rough estimate, we figure that the affair won't cost a cent less than fifty thousand " "My dear!" cried Corky, rapping violently on the table with his fork in his agitation. "That's a pearl-handled fork," his wife reminded him, going very red under her rouge. At this juncture Jefferson arose and, clearing his throat, began a toast to the brides. "On your feet, gentlemen!
In this direction the vale of Grasmere, the scene of his early married life, opens before him, and Dunmail-raise and Langdale-pikes lift their naked corky summits, as hailing him to the pleasures of old companionship. Into no quarter of this region of lakes, and mountains, and vales of primitive life, can he penetrate without coming upon ground celebrated by his muse.
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