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Dill, she made him a flourishing and gracious bow. The courteous old gentleman returned it, and was pounced upon by Miss Corny's tongue for his pains. "Whatever possessed you to do that?" "Well, Miss Corny, she spoke to me. You saw her." "I saw her? Yes, I did see her, the brazen bellwether! And she saw me, and spoke to you in her insolence.
Ormond went, for the last time, that morning, to Ormond's Vale, to settle his own affairs there: he and Moriarty took an unusual path across this part of the island to the waterside, that they might avoid that which they had followed the last time they were out, on the day of Corny's death.
The handwriting was as different as possible in the two papers. Corny's was in a large, coarse hand, but it was a fair copy, while Christy's contained several corrections and inter-lineations. No one could recognize the writing of either of the claimants, and the documents proved nothing at all.
Good Corny's calculations were just: the next morning the little post-boy brought answers to various letters which he had written about Ormond one to Ormond from Sir Ulick O'Shane, repeating his approbation of his ward's going into the army, approving of all the steps Cornelius had taken especially of his intention of paying for the commission. "All's well," Cornelius said.
I have no objections to Corny's going to see that sight; and, I hope, my dear, you will let both Pompey and Caesar be of the party. It won't hurt the fellows to see the manner in which the Patroon has his carriage kept and horses groomed."
Connal then, throwing himself back in his chair, burst out a laughing, and turning to Ormond, the only person in the room, said, "Could you have conceived this?" "Conceived what, sir?" said Ormond. "Conceived this King Corny's capacity for belief? What! believe that I will settle in his Black Islands!
He called out the name of the hotel where we were staying, and I shut the door, and sent them off. I did not ask a word about Corny's mother, for I knew Mr. Chipperton would not be sitting on a post and fishing if his wife was dead. I threw the pole and line away, and then Rectus and I walked up to the hotel. We forgot all about Celia, who was left to go home when she chose.
He was less hurried than Mr. Carlyle had been, and heard Miss Corny's signal. "What in the name of wonder, did all that stream of people want at the office?" began she, when Mr. Dill had entered in obedience to it. "That was the deputation, Miss Cornelia." "What deputation?" "The deputation to Mr. Archibald. They want him to become their new member."
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