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We went the whole way back to Witley, and there, at the inn, found the horse lathered with foam. The animal had entered the yard riderless!" "What fools I have to serve me!" said Rosmore, laughing derisively. "Apart from the woman, it would have been failure from beginning to end." The derision hurt Watson. "Care must be taken even of her, my lord." "What do you mean?"
'You here, Ned? he said, stopping, the pastoral temper in him reasserting itself at once. 'Why aren't you harvesting? 'Please, sir, I finished with the Hall medders yesterday, and Mr. Carter's job don't begin till to-morrow. He's got a machine coming from Witley, he hev, and they won't let him have it till Thursday, so I've been out after things for the club.
If she has, and you can come, make all haste to Dorchester. There is a little tavern called 'The Anchor' in West Street. No one of consequence would use it, so you shall find word of me there." Not many hours later Sydney Fellowes was also riding towards the West. There was an atmosphere of unrest about the inn at Witley this evening.
I feel no regret that the fame, as such, brings no pleasure; but it is a grief to me that I do not constantly feel strong in thankfulness that my past life has vindicated its uses. Romola seems to have been composed in constant gloom. 'I remember my wife telling me, at Witley, says Mr. Cross, 'how cruelly she had suffered at Dorking from working under a leaden weight at this time.
He led the animal into the small shed, and for some time was busy making her comfortable for the night. "Ah! the smell is appetising," he said as he joined Golding, "and I am ravenous." "And in good spirits, surely." "Yes, we baulked them again, Golding. Yesterday afternoon we made in the direction of Witley, and had as narrow a squeak of capture as I want to experience.
Fortune favoured us, and we pulled up short in a hollow, the troop riding by us in desperate haste. Hot footed they poured into Witley, but for some reason which I did not understand they went no further. Half an hour afterwards they came back, all but two of them. I had counted them as they passed.
Once he was within three miles of the coach, and then his horse went dead lame. Hours were lost before he could get another horse and resume the journey, and during those hours much might have happened. The coach had left only an hour when he arrived at the inn at Witley. "Yes, the travellers were a lady and her maid," the landlord told him. "Going to Dorchester?" Martin asked. "Yes.
Those two remained in Witley until long after nightfall, then they rode back, and my man had a free country before him." "You'll run the risk once too often, Master Gilbert." "That is probable, but, by Jove! I shall have done some good with my life. This was the thirty-eighth man I've helped out of the clutches of these devils." "And I was the first," said Golding.
Lewes to my house at Ricorboli that I and my wife visited them at The Heights, Witley, in Surrey. I found that George Eliot had grown! She was evidently happier. There was the same specially quiet and one may say harmonious gentleness about her manner and her thought and her ways. But her outlook on life seemed to be a brighter, a larger, and as I cannot doubt, a healthier one.
"He'll make a fine chase for them, and should find his way back to Witley," said Martin as he crouched down in a ditch which divided the road from a wood. Cracking branches might have betrayed him had he entered the wood just then.
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