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"Order! silence!" called out the marshal, by way of making himself agreeable for there was silence in the court, where all the audience at least were more anxious to hear than to speak. "Your honor, I move that the new witness be heard," said Mr. Romford. "The defense is closed the charge given to the jury, who have decided upon their verdict," answered the State's Attorney.
'Well, sir, as you please, replied the man. 'Why, where are they? asked Sponge, seeing there was more in Leather's manner than met the eye. 'Rose and Crown! replied Leather, with an emphasis. 'Rose and Crown! exclaimed Sponge, starting in his saddle; 'Rose and Crown! Why, I'm going to stay with Mr. Romford! 'So he said. replied Leather; 'so he said.
He spoke warmly of his truth, fidelity, Christian zeal, benevolence, philanthropy and great public benefits. I have no space nor time to give a fair idea of the logic and eloquence with which Mr. Romford met the charges of the State's Attorney, nor the astute skill with which he tried to break down the force of the evidence for the prosecution. Then he called the witnesses for the defense.
You remember the young pup who used to look on soldiering as a favour done to his ungrateful country the gun-poking, ferret-pettin', landed gentleman's offspring the suckin' Facey Romford? Well, he generally joins a Foreign Service Corps when he leaves college." "Can Volunteers go foreign, then?" "Can't they just, if their C.O. or his wife has influence!
This closed the evidence of the prosecution. The defense was taken up and conducted with a great deal of skill. Mr. Romford enlarged upon the noble character his client had ever maintained from childhood to the present time they all knew him he had been born and had ever lived among them what man or woman of them all would have dared to suspect him of such a crime?
One does not cheerfully refer to these things, but, to be truthful, I must mention the other matter which produced upon me, personally, the greatest sense of horror and disgrace. Military writers have described for us most fully the circumstances in which General Lord Wensley's command was cut and blown to pieces in the Epping and Romford districts.
You see a red patch in the sky, and you cry out directly that your own paltry hovel is in flames, as if there were no place in the world that could burn except that. The fire may be at Brentwood, or further away at Romford, or still further away, on the eastern side of London, perhaps. Get up, mad woman, and go back and look after your goods and chattels, and your husband and your lodger.
The Mill House stood in a lonely part of the country, remote from the more thickly populated centres of Brentwood and Romford, on the edge of a wide tract of inhospitable marshland, known as Morstead Fen, intersected by those wide deep ditches which in this part of the world are known as dykes.
"Gone to Romford, if you wish to know, to see her mother." "Gone to Romford?" "I said Romford, didn't I?" retorted the raw-boned lady, tartly. "What what time do you expect her in?" "Sunday evening, six o'clock," replied the raw-boned lady.
Thy father's In Essex: if he live heele purchase Romford; If he die sooner then the towne's our owne; Spend but an acre a day and thou maist live Till all the world be wearie of thee. Betweene Us two, what thincke you of a wench? Cou. Nothing. Cap. You meane one wench betweene us two is nothing.