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Is it true, I wonder, that the little traitress is going to marry that dull, heavy fellow whom Smoothbore had such work to pump? Gad! if I had been she, I'd have stuck to the other." "Yes; but kissing goes by favor. She marries him next week, I hear. Is there any thing of interest at Bodmin?" "Nothing of interest to me, at all events.
Unable to liberate Tregeagle himself, he sent for the monks of Bodmin, and they imposed on the wretched steward the task aforementioned, and assured him immunity from pursuit whilst engaged upon it. "Robin Hood's Stable," in Nottinghamshire, at Pappewick, of which Throsby gives an illustration in his "History of the County," 1797, was in all probability a hermitage. Mr.
I found it a spacious building, and counted sixteen stalls there; but all were empty save two, where stood the horses I had seen in Bodmin the day before. He took me into a great stone kitchen, and brought out the pasty and cider, but poured out half a glass only. "Have a care, young man: 'tis a luscious, thick, seductive drink," and he chuckled.
But Aunt Polgrain, the house-keeper up to Constantine, saw them, an hour later, go along the road below the town-place; and Jacobs, the smith, saw them pass his forge towards Bodmin about midnight. So the tale's true enough. But since that night no man has set eyes on horse or riders.
The journey to Bodmin is not a long one as the crow flies, but, as our carpenter, Mr. Hansombody, put it, "we are not crows, and, that being the case, naturally resent being packed sixteen in a compartment." Mr. Hansombody taxed the Great Western Company with lack of foresight in not running excursion trains, and appealed to me to support his complaint. Driven from this position, Mr.
He says that they are very good, and would sell at Birmingham, where he worked about eighteen months ago, at more than 30 shillings per thousand. Nothing farther of public nature remaining to examine, I next visited a humble adventurer, who is trying his fortune here. James Ruse, convict, was cast for seven years at Bodmin assizes, in August 1782.
Anyway, 'twas revealed to me just now in a dream that I stood on the lawn at Bodmin Priory, and peeped in at the Priory window. An' there in the long hall sat all the saints together at a big table covered with red baize and plotted against us. There was St. Petroc in the chair, with St. Guron by his side, an' St. Neot, St. Udy, St. Teath, St. Keverne, St. Wen, St. Probus, St. Enodar, St.
For no sooner was Billy let out of the stocks than off he went to Lawyer Mennear, who was a young man then just set up in practice, and as keen for a job as a huer for pilchards; and between them they patched up an action for false imprisonment damages claimed, one hundred pounds. The case came on at Bodmin, and the Mayor was cast in damages, twenty-five pounds.
"I've no business lying here." "Chose to come, lad: none axed thee, that I knows by." "Where's the mare? Must set me across her back, Joan, and let me ride on." "Mare's in stable, wi' fetlocks swelled like puddens. Chose to come, lad; an' choose or no, must bide." "'Tis for the General Hopton, at Bodmin, I am bound, Joan; and wound or no, must win there this night."
There's a street, of course, . . . and there's the prison, and the barracks, and an asylum where they keep the lunatics, and a workhouse and what-not. But if you put to me, in so many words, what it's like " "I I meant the prison," explained Nicky-Nan; that being the only feature of Bodmin in which he felt any instant concern.
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