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You'll like her, I know, right from the jump; and from that, you'll know her as soon as you lay eyes on her." So saying he opened the back of his watch and exposed a girl's photograph pasted on the inside of the case. Corry Hutchinson gazed at it with admiration welling up in his eyes. "Mabel is her name," Pentfield went on. "And it's just as well you should know how to find the house.
And now he's simply demented! Corry, you must go and argue with him you must! Persuade him to give her up!" She laid her hand on his arm imploringly. Coryston sat silent, but his eyes laughed a little. "I don't believe in her," he said at last, abruptly. "If I did, I'd back Arthur up through thick and thin!"
Pentfield groaned. After much deliberating Pentfield picked up all the five dice and put them in the box. "I'd shake to the five if I were you," Hutchinson suggested. "No, you wouldn't, not when you see this," Pentfield replied, shaking out the dice. Again they were without a pair, running this time in unbroken sequence from two to six. "A second stiff!" he groaned. "No use your shaking, Corry.
The names of Wolfe, Toler, Corry, Coote, Beresford, and Cooke, are also found among the promotions to legal and administrative office; names familiar to the last generation as the pillars of the oligarchical faction, before and after the Union.
To this figure was added the cost of transportation by pipe-line from Pithole to Titusville, $1.00; cost of barreling, 25 cents; freight to Corry, Pa., 80 cents; making the total cost of a barrel of crude oil in New York, $5.55. In January, 1866, the barrel of oil in New York cost $10.40, including in this figure, however, the Government tax of $1.00 and the price of the barrel, $3.25.
The door closed on her and Marcia. Then Coryston turned, laughing, to his brother Arthur, and punched him in the ribs. "I say, Arthur, old boy, you talked a jolly lot of nonsense this afternoon! I slipped into the Gallery a little to hear you." Arthur grew red. "Of course it was nonsense to you!" "What did Miss Glenwilliam say to you?" "Nothing that matters to you, Corry."
It looked as if every glen and every gully, every corry and eas on that mountainous coast was spending its breath upon the old sea, the poor old sea that would be let alone to dream and rest, but must suffer the humours of the mischievous winds. It was but for a moment Gilian lent his eye to the open and troubled expanse.
Prince Charles, who had received early news of the advance from Stirling, had recognized the importance of the position, and having burned and destroyed all baggage that would impede his progress, made a forced march and reached Corry Arrack on the 27th, before Sir John Cope had commenced his ascent.
After the toasts many energetic speeches were made. Mr. Corry said: The time has come for our mighty Republic to stand by its friends and brave its enemies. There is a confederation of tyrants now marching across the cinders of Europe. Are we to take no heed of their aggressions at our doors?
In the lull at the end of a deal, while the game-keeper was shuffling the deck, Nick Inwood the owner of the game, remarked, apropos of nothing: "I say, Pentfield, I see that partner of yours has been cutting up monkey-shines on the outside." "Trust Corry to have a good time," Pentfield had answered; "especially when he has earned it."
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