Cordelia asked the question no one else had, so far.

She came across the room to meet them and took Cordelia's hand.

She should have tried to imagine her name was Cordelia.

But if not, then he'd just find Cordelia on the street.

Cordelia had the ability to help herself, if she would use it.

The voice on the phone says that Cordelia has died.

Alone, Cordelia sat down on the edge of the bed and looked around her.

Cordelia tried to look as though she wasn't there while they all looked at her.

Cordelia had tried to tell him to leave, but he would not listen.

When the girl had enough of a lead so they wouldn't have to walk together, Cordelia followed.

It had finally been Cordelia's father who'd come up with something.

Cordelia stood by Jack's head, looking down as if she could see inside him.

Cordelia had liked his hands the first moment she saw them.

Cordelia lay in her room and thought about growing old.

They were down among the dead men, and Cordelia was really beginning to lose it.

And of course, a little talk with Cordelia always put things in perspective.

Maybe he'd catch up with them before the man and Cordelia got outside.

It would be so good, thought Cordelia, to turn this over to someone else.

Cordelia opened fire first, thinking, Let's get this over with.

You will be free until we return at tea time, Cordelia.

Both women looked up as Cordelia entered the hospital room.

We don't know much about Cordelia except that she is her father's favorite.

Cordelia wondered what they would do when their time of service was at an end.

This surprised Cordelia, for she had never heard her father use such language.

And unlike Cordelia, at least there's never been anything personal about the things he does.