Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 28, 2025
Clanfrizzle again essayed, and by a little masonic movement of her hand to the tea-pot, and a sly glance at the hob, intimated her wish still hopelessly; at last there was nothing for it but speaking; and she donned her very softest voice, and most persuasive tone, saying "Mr. Cudmore, I am really very troublesome: will you permit me to ask you?"
After some few observations on general matters, O'Flaherty began with a tone of some seriousness to express towards Cudmore the warm interest he had ever taken in him, since his first coming among them; his great anxiety for his welfare, and his firm resolve that no chance or casual inattention to mere ceremonial observances on his part should ever be seized on by the other guests as a ground for detraction or an excuse for ridicule of him.
"Oh, virtue!" This done, O'Flaherty retired, leaving Cudmore to dig among Greek roots, and chew over the cud of his misfortune.
Cudmore, but the life I have been speaking of, I may as well relate it. Soon after Mr. Cudmore's enlistment under the banners of the Clanfrizzle, he had sought and found an asylum in the drawing-room of the establishment, which promised, from its geographical relations, to expose him less to the molestations of conversation than most other parts of the room.
"Is it for the kettle, ma'am?" said Cudmore, with a voice that startled the whole room, disconcerting three whist parties, and so absorbing the attention of the people at loo, that the pool disappeared without any one being able to account for the circumstance. "Is it for the kettle, ma'am?" "If you will be so very kind," lisped the hostess.
Cudmore, may I take the liberty of requesting you would hand me the kettle beside you."
After some few observations on general matters, O'Flaherty began with a tone of some seriousness to express towards Cudmore the warm interest he had ever taken in him, since his first coming among them; his great anxiety for his welfare, and his firm resolve that no chance or casual inattention to mere ceremonial observances on his part should ever be seized on by the other guests as a ground for detraction or an excuse for ridicule of him.
Flood bowed stiffly, not to say stonily, folded her wrists accurately in front of her, over her waistband, and waited. "I am John Flood, you know poor Lionel's brother. I have just come from Cudmore & Cudmore's, the solicitors, to talk with you, if I may, about this will. It seems that I have a legacy, but beyond this I know nothing, and indeed until Messrs.
The last person to whom my friend deemed it necessary to introduce me, was a Mr. Garret Cudmore, from the Reeks of Kerry, lately matriculated to all the honors of freshmanship in the Dublin university. This latter was a low-sized, dark-browed man, with round shoulders, and particularly long arms, the disposal of which seemed sadly to distress him.
"Confound me if I can." "Well. I see, Mr. Cudmore, you are really too innocent for these people. But come it shall never be said that youth and inexperience ever suffered from the unworthy ridicule and cold sarcasm of the base world, while Tom O'Flaherty stood by a spectator.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking