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Updated: May 25, 2025
We were on the second page. The first one began something like this: Of course, what I had foreseen had occurred. The town was actually occupied by the British. And they thought it was the end! We would see about that. On the round-the-corner page, at the back of the glorious resonant leaders, there was a little column which read like this:
'King my duty; 'Queen my passion; 'Bishop my social obligation; 'Knight my what-you-will and my round-the-corner wishes. Then, if you find that queen may be gratified without endangering king, and so forth, why, you may follow your inclinations; and if not, not. My Carlo, you are either enviably cool, or you are an enviable hypocrite."
And if you borrow from a stranger " "Just a minute, Emily. Course a mortgage is a debt, but it's a debt on the house and land and, if worse comes to worst, the house and land can go to pay for it. And I don't mean to borrow from a stranger, if I can help it. I've got a relation down here on the Cape, although he's a pretty fur-off, round-the-corner relation, third cousin, or somethin' like that.
I'm what you might call a round-the-corner person. I have a philosophy all my own; it's a round-the-corner philosophy. I believe that we find everything that we've lost or longed for, if we'll only press on. Everything that we've ever loved or wanted waits for us further up the road, round some hidden turning. It's always further up the road and just out of sight.
"Thank you, Caroline," he answered. "I appreciate your askin' me, I sartinly do. And I'd rather go with you than anybody else on earth. But I was cal'latin' to hunt up some little round-the-corner chapel, or Bethel, where I'd feel a little bit at home. I guess likely your church is a pretty big one, ain't it?" "We attend Saint Denis. It IS a large church, but we have always been connected with it.
As she stepped inside the door she had an immediate impression that the apartment was very like some place she had seen before and almost instantly she remembered a round-the-corner bakery of her childhood, a bakery full of rows and rows of pink frosted cakes a stuffy pink, pink as a food, pink triumphant, vulgar, and odious. And this apartment was like that. It was pink. It smelled pink! Mrs.
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