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Corney whom she had nursed as a baby who used to crow when she appeared could it be that she who had then loved him so dearly had ceased and was loving him no more? True, he had grown to be teasing and trying in every way, seeming to despise her and all women together; but was not that part of the evil disease that clung fast to him?
Half-starved, suffering oftentimes the keenest pangs of thirst, and believing that all this torture was the preface to something yet worse, it can well be imagined that we were indeed a sorry party. Even Sergeant Corney ceased trying to animate us, for despair had seized upon him. When we did hold converse among ourselves, it was usually regarding Jacob.
An' it's as well to know that you should go into a room on fire on your hands and knees, with your nose close to the ground just as a pinter-dog goes 'cause there's more air there than overhead; an' it's better to go in wi' the hand-pump the first thing. Don't wait to dress, ma'am." "Stop, stop, Mr Corney!" cried Mrs Denman, holding up her hand.
It's not murder he ain't got the pluck for that; but it may be petty larceny!" The weeks went on. Cornelius's month wore out, but he seemed restless for it to be gone, making no response to the lamentations of the children that Christmas was so near, and their new home such a grand one for keeping it in, and Corney not to be with them!
Not only did everything remain as it was, but the house was suddenly filled with new activity. All that was made of wool or fur was taken out to be aired and beaten. The gate-keeper, the boy, the cook, and Corney himself took part in this activity.
Corney, falling back, after drinking half of it. Mr. Bumble raised his eyes piously to the ceiling in thankfulness; and, bringing them down again to the brim of the cup, lifted it to his nose. 'Peppermint, exclaimed Mrs. Corney, in a faint voice, smiling gently on the beadle as she spoke. 'Try it! There's a little a little something else in it. Mr.
Strain our eyes as we might, it was impossible to make so much as a guess regarding what could be the cause of the odd proceedings, and it was in my mind to go in search of Sergeant Corney to ask his opinion of the situation, when John Sammons cried, suddenly: "Look there! The sneaks are comin' out at last! I reckon the Britishers have been waitin' for 'em!"
"I wish you would not use that word, Corney," said Hester, letting her displeasure fall on the word, where she knew the feeling was entrenched beyond assault. "What's the matter with the word? It is the most respectable old Anglo-Saxon." Hester said no more, but heaved an inward sigh.
"Pleasant gentleman, Corney!" Casey ventured. The little station agent winked. "Th' black dog is on him sure enough," he observed. "Since his dam was blowed up, he has th' civil word for nobody. Listen, now, Casey. Somebody will pay for that night's work." "I don't quite get you, Corney." "Oh, divil th' fear iv yez not gettin' me.
With such a generous offer from the commandant never a member of the company could have hung back had he so desired; but I am proud to say that each and every one of them was eager to join the army, since it might be done as regular soldiers. Then it was that Sergeant Corney had his say, and he was by no means niggardly with words.
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