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Oswald bore it because our Colonel had, and you should be generous to a fallen foe, but it is hard to be called a traitor when you haven't. He did not treat the wicked Colonel with silent scorn as he might have done, but he said 'We aren't traitors. We are the Bastables and one of us is a Foulkes.
Mrs Clere's servant, Elizabeth Foulkes, was her dearest friend. "You'd best give Mistress Elizabeth Foulkes the go by, Rose Allen. She's a cantankerous, ill-beseen hussy, and no good company for you. She'll learn you to do as ill as herself, if you look not out." "But what has Bessy done?" "Gone into school-keeping," said Mrs Clere sarcastically.
The result was, he was sent to Ipswich Gaol for the non-payment of a rate of 17s. 6d., the animus of the ecclesiastical authorities being manifested by the endorsement of the writ, ‘Take no bail.’ It was the first death-blow to Church-rates. The local excitement it created was intense and unparalleled. In the House of Commons Sir William Foulkes presented several petitions from Norfolk, and Mr.
"Please your Worships," said the gaoler, "here be all that are indicted. There is but one left, and she was presented only for not attending at mass nor confession." "Bring her up!" And Elizabeth Foulkes stepped up to the table, and courtesied to the representatives of the Queen. "What is thy name?" "Elizabeth Foulkes." "How old art thou?" "Twenty years." "Art thou a wife?"
On the Saturday the rally of the Duke's standard was such that Monmouth threw off at last the gloomy forebodings that had burdened his soul since that meeting on Thursday night. Wade, Holmes, Foulkes, and Fox were able to set about forming the first four regiments the Duke's, and the Green, the White, and the Yellow.
With Agnes in her prison was a little baby only a few weeks old, and she must bid it good-bye, and commit it to the care of some friend. Helen Ewring had to say farewell to her husband, who came to see her about four in the morning; and to the surprise of Elizabeth Foulkes, she found herself summoned also to an interview with her widowed mother and her uncle Holt.
But Madame Morin was as ill-fated as her predecessor had been, and all her efforts to force her way into the presence of the duchess were fruitless. The police also frightened her as they had terrified De Foulkes, and paid a visit to her residence.
"Names don't matter, do they, Mother? It is truth that signifies. Whatever names they please to call Bessie Foulkes, she had Heaven and not Hell in her face. That smile of hers never came from Satan. I know what his smiles are like: I've seen them on other faces afore now. He never had nought to do with her." "Amy, if thy father hears thee say such words as those, he'll be proper angry, be sure!"
"The gentleman is in the ante-room, sir," he announced. Mr. Sabin took up the card and studied it. "Lord Robert Foulkes." "Do I know this gentleman, Duson?" Mr. Sabin asked. "Not to my knowledge, sir," the man answered. "You must show him in," Mr. Sabin said, with a sigh. "In this country one must never be rude to a lord." Duson obeyed.
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