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German was to her a second mother-tongue, and she lectured delightfully on Faust. Though she spoke of herself as talking "fluent and incomprehensible bad French," she was steeped in French scholarship. She had read Plato and Sophocles under the stimulating guidance of William Cory, and her love of Italy had taught her a great deal of Italian.
It served Cooperstown in timely ways for religious and political meetings; public courts were held here, and a ball was given now and then under its roof. As to the school, time and incident brought out a taste for music in the pupils of Master Cory.
Cory saw, she said nothing, she had the gift of knowing what questions not to ask; only asking instead, "Patricia dear, who put that delightful bowl of flowers in my room?" Patricia's color deepened. "I did grandmother; I thought you would like them they were," Patricia caught herself up, doubting now the appropriateness of those "old-ladyish" flowers.
Among the earliest to be arrested and examined was Goodwife Cory. Mr. Mr. Noyes. Such was the crisis when Sir William Phips landed on the 14th of May, 1692; he was the Mathers' tool, and the result could have been foretold. Uneducated and credulous, he was as clay in the hands of his creators; and his first executive act was to cause the miserable prisoners to be fettered.
"You've gotter go now," reminded Cory sternly. "You see," turning to Derry. "he's gotter go and spend his ev'nin' with Lily Rose. She's his gal." "Oh! Well, why not bring her here to spend the evening?" suggested Derry. "Then you'll have an excuse for two nice walks and an evening thrown in." "That's a fine, idee!" acknowledged the Boarder with a sheepish grin.
The next morning at breakfast she announced that she felt the need of more regular exercise, and she thought she should take a short walk every morning. "Ah!" Dr. Kirby said, "about what time?" "I should think about half past eight," Mrs. Cory answered. "A short walk before breakfast is considered more beneficial by some." Miss Kirby looked interested.
Cory, because Mr Fear nearly killed him when they had their first trouble, and that would give Mr. Cory a good excuse to shoot if Mr. Fear jest only pushed him. That's the way it is with the law. Mr. Cory could wipe out their old score and git off scot-free." "Surely not!" "Yes, ma'am, that's the way it would be. And when Mike told me that Mr.
Before we knew it we'd own the house, and the deed could be made out to show how much of it each one owned." "I choose the pantry!" cried Cory. "I guess if you could buy a window-pane with what you've got, you'd do well," observed Milt in a withering tone. "That's a splendid idee, Amarilly!" declared the Boarder enthusiastically. "I don't know what better investment you could make."
"Better not laugh at Jack, Cory," Garry had replied; "you'll be taking your own hat off to him one of these days; we all shall. Arthur Breen missed it when he let him go. Jack's queer about some things, but he's a thoroughbred and he's got brains!" "He insulted Mr. Breen in his own house, that's why he let him go," snapped Corinne.
As to the ship which was to meet us, and pioneer us up the deep channel, we did not know if we should come within twenty miles of her; when suddenly up went the fog, out came the sun, and there, straight ahead, was the Wm. Cory, our pioneer, and a little dancing boat, the Gulnare, sending signals of welcome with many-coloured flags.
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