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Korner was the type of young lady fond of domineering with a not un-graceful hauteur over those accustomed to yield readily to her; it is a type that is easily frightened. "I wan' grilled kinneys-on-toast," explained Mr. Korner, exchanging the knocker for the hat-stand, and wishing the next moment that he had not. "Don' let's 'avareytalk about it. Unnerstan'? I dowan' any talk about it."
Korner, jump. "Don't you defy me, my girl," said Mr. Korner. "You know whatermean, your housekeepin' books." They happened to be in the drawer of the chiffonier. Mrs. Korner produced them, and passed them to her husband with a trembling hand. Mr. Korner, opening one by hazard, bent over it with knitted brows. "Pearsterme, my girl, you can't add," said Mr. Korner.
Korner; "we are not all made alike. That was my drunk." "I didn't say 'drunk." "But you meant it," interrupted Mr. Korner. "We were talking about drunken men. The man in the play was drunk. You thought him amusing." "He was amusing," persisted Mrs. Korner, now in tears. "I meant that sort of drunk." "His wife," Mr. Korner reminded her, "didn't find him amusing.
"While you sat there, eating your supper," continued Miss Greene remorselessly, "you made her bring you her books." Mr. Korner had passed the stage when anything could astonish him. "You lectured her about her housekeeping." There was a twinkle in the eye of Mrs. Korner's bosom friend. But lightning could have flashed before Mr. Korner's eyes without his noticing it just then.
Korner, "that almost from the day of our marriage you have made it clear that you regard me as a milksop. You have got your notion of men from silly books and sillier plays, and your trouble is that I am not like them. Well, I've shown you that, if you insist upon it, I can be like them." "But you weren't," argued Mrs. Korner, "not a bit like them." "I did my best," repeated Mr.
"Yes, it is true," ho said, "I have sung these few words with them; they make my heart swell, and I do not know what has happened to me it seems to me the song and all you have said make another man of me, and " "You will make the uniform for Theodore Korner?" asked Madame von Lutzow, smiling.
"I I was always considered rather good at arithmetic, as a girl," stammered Mrs. Korner. "What you mayabeen as a girl, and what twenner-seven and nine?" fiercely questioned Mr. Korner. "Thirty-eight seven," commenced to blunder the terrified Mrs. Korner. "Know your nine tables or don't you?" thundered Mr. Korner. "I used to," sobbed Mrs. Korner. "Say it," commanded Mr. Korner.
His "first glass" he had drunk more years ago than he could recollect, and since had tasted the varied contents of many others. But never before had Mr. Korner exceeded, nor been tempted to exceed, the limits of his favourite virtue, moderation. "We had one bottle of claret between us," Mr. Korner would often recall to his mind, "of which he drank the greater part.
Körner sang and fought; Arndt sounded the trumpet of German unity; Lützow gathered his famous "black troop," and the universities were so fervid that Professor Steffens of Breslau issued the first call for war against Napoleon; a summons which swept the students of that university, as well as those of Berlin, Königsberg, Halle, Jena, and Göttingen, into the ranks.
She had not anticipated that Mr. Korner, usually slow of speech, could be even readier. "Where's my supper?" indignantly demanded Mr. Korner, still supported by the knocker. Mrs. Korner, too astonished for words, simply stared. "Where's my supper?" repeated Mr. Korner, by this time worked up into genuine astonishment that it was not ready for him.
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