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King Corny's funeral was followed by an immense concourse of people, on' horseback and on foot; men, women, and children: when they passed by the doors of cabins, a set of the women raised the funeral cry not a savage howl, as is the custom in some parts of Ireland, but chanting a melancholy kind of lament, not without harmony, simple and pathetic.
Formerly, when a boy, in his visits to the Black Islands, he used to have a little companion of whom he was fond Dora Corny's daughter. Missing her much, he inquired from her father where she was gone, and when she was likely to return. "She is gone off to the continent to the continent of Ireland, that is; but not banished for any misdemeanour.
Corny's tirade against legacy-hunters was highly approved of by Ormond, but as to the rest, he knew nothing about Miss O'Faley's fortune.
I don't think I know anything about housekeeping." Miss Corny's answer was to stalk from the room. Isabel rose from her chair, like a bird released from its cage, and stood by his side. "Have you finished, Archibald?" "I think I have, dear. Oh! Here's my coffee. There; I have finished now." "Let us go around the grounds." He rose, laid his hands playfully on her slender waist, and looked at her.
Poor Corny's hopes were thus frustrated: he had nothing left to do for some days but to pity Harry Ormond, to bear with the curiosity and impatience of Mademoiselle, and with the froward sullenness of Dora, till some intelligence should arrive respecting the new claimant to her destined hand. A few days afterwards, Sheelah, bursting into Dora's room, exclaimed, "Miss Dora!
I wonder if Madame Barbara will condescend to recognize me. And that blessed Corny? I shall be a sort of cousin of Corny's then. I wonder how much Dick comes into three or four thousand a year? And to think that I had nearly escaped this by tying myself to that ape of a Jiffin! What sharks do get in our unsuspecting paths in this world!"
Ormond, from Paris, from M. and Mad. de Connal; very kind letters, with pressing invitations to him to pay them a visit. M. de Connal informed him, "that the five hundred pounds, King Corny's legacy, was ready waiting his orders. M. de Connal hoped to put it into Mr. Ormond's hands in Paris in his own hotel, where he trusted that Mr.
The having derogated from the dignity of an idle gentleman, and having turned grazier was his chief fault in King Corny's eyes: so that the only point in Connal's character and conduct, for which he deserved esteem, was that for which his intended father-in-law despised him.
"French! sure Black Connal's Irish born!" said Sheelah: "that much I know, any way." A servant knocked at the door with King Corny's request that the ladies would come down stairs, to see, as the footman added to his master's message, to see old Mr. Connal and the French gentleman. "There! French, I told you," said Mademoiselle, "and quite the gentleman, depend upon it, my dear come your ways."
Out of this came a couple, a lady in a white, cobwebby evening gown, with a lace wrap like a wreath of mist thrown over it, and a man, tall, faultless, assured too assured. They moved to the edge of the sidewalk and halted. Corny's eye, ever alert for "pointers" in "swell" behaviour, took them in with a sidelong glance. "The carriage is not here," said the lady. "You ordered it to wait?"
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