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He has spoken for me." "Ay, ay, it is my lord," was grunted and nodded round the circle in the satisfaction of a discovery obvious so soon as made. The Vicar alone dissented; he took another pinch and wagged his head petulantly. "I don't think it's my lord," said he. "But why not, sir, and who else?" I urged. "I don't know, but I do not think it is my lord," he persisted.

"You must try to call her Mrs. Caradoc Wynne now, Shoni," said the Vicar, with a smile. "Yes, indeed, sir," said Shoni, quickly thawing; "there's nobody in Abersethin but won't be glad to see Val Mrs. Wynne home again; it bin very dull here without her, ever since she gone away." Meanwhile Mrs.

'Here, Andrew, she said, there's someone screaming like mad in the church, and the missus says you're to go along and catch it. 'Not alone, I don't, said Andrew in low firm tones. To his master he merely said, 'Yes, sir. 'You heard those screams? 'I did think I noticed a sort of something, said Andrew. 'Well, come on, then, said the Vicar.

But that evening the poor vicar, suffering the torments of a man under sentence of death who awaits in the condemned cell at Bicetre the result of his appeal for mercy, could not refrain from telling his assembled friends the result of his visit to the lawyer.

"It's not exactly the ghost " said the vicar, hesitating. "But the story that produced the ghost? What a murder?" "Half a century ago," said the vicar reassuringly; "you won't mind that?" "Not the least. A century ago would be romantic. If it was just the other day, we should feel we ought to have got the farm cheaper. But half a century doesn't matter.

These Elizabethan stables formed the four sides of a quadrangle, stone-paved, with an old marble basin in the centre a basin which the Vicar pronounced to be an early Saxon font, but which Squire Tempest refused to have removed from the place it had occupied ever since the stables were built.

He died at Cheshunt in 1712, and was buried with considerable pomp in Hursley church, where we may still see his monument, moved from the old church and re-erected in that built by the efforts of John Keble, vicar of this parish for thirty years, from 1836 to 1866. And so considering all these strange things I went on to Winchester.

Indeed, it has the same deep charm for me that the Vicar of Wakefield has, and I find in it the same subtle touch the touch that makes an intentionally humorous episode pathetic and an intentionally pathetic one funny. In her time Mrs. Moore was called "the Sweet Singer of Michigan," and was best known by that name.

CRUSHED by the Vicar of Jesus Christ, steeped in bitterness, overwhelmed by affliction, the holy Nicolas stepped down without regret from his illustrious seat, and departed, no more to return thither, from the city of Trinqueballe, which for thirty years had witnessed his pontifical virtues and apostolic labours.

Stiggs's house in Trotter's Buildings the Vicar did find Carry Brattle, and he found also that since her coming thither on the preceding evening, for only on the preceding evening had she been turned away from the Three Honest Men, one of Mrs. Stiggs's children had been on the look-out in the lane. "I thought that you would come to me, sir," said Carry Brattle. "Of course I should come.