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Dibdin quotes several extracts from Elias Ashmole's diary, to show the old book-hunter's prowess in the chase. He buys on one day Mr. Milbourn's books, and on the next all that Mr. Hawkins left; he sees Mrs. Backhouse of London about the purchase of her late husband's library. In 1667 he writes: 'I bought Mr. Dee's collection came into his hands through the kindness of his friend Mr. Wale.
"Father," said Milly, looking at him with a very solemn face, "wouldn't it be dreadful if it went on raining and raining, and if the river came up and up, right up to the drive and into the hall, and we all had to sit upstairs, and the butcher couldn't bring us any meat, and John Backhouse couldn't bring us any milk, and we all died of hunger."
And she fled on light steps to the front door. "Sent whom? My man My cart!" growled Melrose, following her, to verify the outrage with his own eyes. And there indeed at the steps stood the light cart, the only vehicle which the master of the Tower possessed, driven by his only outdoor servant, Joe Backhouse, who had succeeded Dixon as gardener.
Norton, who had come into the field with mother and Aunt Emma, told him he must be content to play with two cocks in one of the far corners of the field without disturbing the others, which were all ready for carrying, and that if he and Charlie strewed the hay about they must tidy it up before John Backhouse wanted to put it on the cart.
He had never seen a cake quite like the bun-loaf, which kind Mrs. Backhouse had made herself for the occasion, and of which she had given him a hunch, so in his usual inquisitive way he began to turn it over and over, as if by looking at it long enough he could find out how it was made and all about it.
Nelly heartily agreed, adding 'I may be going to London next week, Mr. Backhouse. You say your son will be in the London Hospital. Shall I go and see him? Backhouse looked at her cautiously. 'I doan't know, Mum. His moother will be goin', likely. 'Oh, I don't want to intrude, Mr. Backhouse. But if she doesn't go?
'Don't you remember, said Mrs. Leyburn, staring in her turn, and drawing herself up a little, 'that to-morrow is Midsummer Day, and that Mary Backhouse is as bad as she can be? 'Mary Backhouse! Why I had forgotten all about her! cried the vicar's wife, with sudden remorse. And she sat pensively eyeing the carpet awhile. Then she got what particulars she could out of Mrs. Leyburn.
"Yes, all that's very nice, but how would you like your hay washed away, and your corn beaten down, and your fruit all spoilt? Those are things that are constantly happening to John Backhouse, I expect, in the rainy country." "Yes, and it won't always be summer," said Milly, considering. "I don't think I should like to stay in that little weeny house all the winter.
On a march evening, at eight o'clock, Backhouse, the medium a fast-rising star in the psychic world was ushered into the study at Prolands, the Hampstead residence of Montague Faull. The room was illuminated only by the light of a blazing fire. The host, eying him with indolent curiosity, got up, and the usual conventional greetings were exchanged.
Thornburgh, however, did, not stay to explore the recesses of Sarah's mind, but ran with little pattering, undignified steps across the front garden and down the steps to where Mr. Backhouse, the carrier, stood, bracing himself for self-defense. 'Ya may weel fret, mum, said Mr.
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