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What hard luck! Cork was thinking Corrigan on the briny; and Ruby met and lost almost within an hour! Somebody at the police station would recognize him, without a doubt. Hard luck! But suddenly the girl sprang up and hurled herself with both arms extended against the cop. His hold on Cork's collar was loosened and he stumbled back two or three paces.
Burnet, speaking of the first formation of the Royal Society: Many physicians, and other ingenious men went into the society for natural philosophy. But he who laboured most ... was Robert Boyle, the Earl of Cork's youngest son.
Lady Cork's drawing-rooms were rather peculiar in their arrangement: they did not contain that very usual piece of furniture, a pianoforte, so that if ever she especially desired to have music she hired an instrument for the evening; the rest of the furniture consisted only of very large and handsome armchairs placed round the apartments against the walls, to which they were made fast by some mysterious process, so that it was quite impossible to form a small circle or coterie of one's own at one of her assemblies.
Tuesday we go to a very gay ball a little way out of town; Saturday we go to a party at old Lady Cork's, who calls you Harriet and professes to have known you well and to remember you perfectly. Now, H , as to what you say of fishing, if you are bloody-minded enough to desire to kill creatures for sport, in Heaven's name why don't you do it?
"Get out quick!" ordered the cop. Then, "Sit down!" he countermanded. He took off Cork's hat roughly and scrutinized him shrewdly. "Your name's McManus." "Bad guess," said Cork. "It's Peterson." "Cork McManus, or something like that," said the cop. "You put a knife into a man in Dutch Mike's saloon a week ago." "Aw, forget it!" said Cork, who perceived a shade of doubt in the officer's tones.
He went back to the porch and stood in the sunshine waiting with renewed patience. Ten minutes later a moist nose nozzled its way into his hand. He looked down into Cork's eyes of faithful friendliness. Then, hearing a light footfall, he turned. Olga had come back to him at last. Straight to him she came, moving swiftly.
She had been at the party in female attire, and seeing Lady Cork's anxiety to see the great man, returned home and equipped herself to take in Lady C. and Co. Monday, 8 a.m., June 16th. Yesterday, after Church, we went to the Park. It was a beautiful day, and the Emperor may well be astonished at the population, for such a crowd of people I could not have conceived, and such an animated crowd.
What silly things he said, what bitter retorts he provoked, how at one place he was troubled with evil presentiments which came to nothing, how at another place, on waking from a drunken doze, he read the prayerbook and took a hair of the dog that had bitten him, how he went to see men hanged and came away maudlin, how he added five hundred pounds to the fortune of one of his babies because she was not scared at Johnson's ugly face, how he was frightened out of his wits at sea, and how the sailors quieted him as they would have quieted a child, how tipsy he was at Lady Cork's one evening and how much his merriment annoyed the ladies, how impertinent he was to the Duchess of Argyle and with what stately contempt she put down his impertinence, how Colonel Macleod sneered to his face at his impudent obtrusiveness, how his father and the very wife of his bosom laughed and fretted at his fooleries; all these things he proclaimed to all the world, as if they had been subjects for pride and ostentatious rejoicing.
"Clear it ov its coefficient, and we'll thry," says the Pope. "Hand me over the exponent then," says his Riv'rence. "What's that?" says the Pope. "The shcrew, to be sure," says his Riv'rence. "What for?" says the Pope. "To dhraw the cork," says his Riv'rence. "Sure, the cork's dhrew," says the Pope.
"No turn of the tide to wait for here, Dab," said Ford, "and no crabs to steal your bait off. Hey! There comes one. Perch! First game for my hook." "We'll stay till dark, but we'll get a good string. Frank, your cork's under." "Never fished with one before," said Frank. "I'll soon get the hang of it."
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