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"My name is Hewlitt, Eliph' Hewlitt," said the book agent, "agent for Jarby's Encyclopedia of Knowledge and Compendium of Literature, Science and Art, published by Jarby & Goss, New York; price five dollars, neatly bound in cloth, one dollar down, and one dollar a month until paid." As the editor was about to speak, Eliph' raised his hand. "I don't want to sell you one!" he exclaimed.
There wasn't another man sailed out of the River Thames who could handle a smack like Bob Goss.
She looked wondrous like the Lively Nan herself, and some of us saw our own faces clustered for'ard, looking at ourselves over the bow! As this notion was passed from one to another, we cried out aloud, that our hour was come. Captain Goss was in the middle of us. 'Hold your baby screeches, says he.
The horses, however, often bravely defend themselves; and Mr Goss mentions finding near the bodies of two of these animals, which had been killed the night before, eight wolves lying dead and maimed around, some with their brains scattered, and others with their legs or ribs broken.
"Very sorry I can't oblige you or Mr Goss," continued the man. "All our vacancies were filled last week. I've nothing at present." Mavis turned to go. "You want something to do at once?" said Mr Evans, as he noticed the girl's dismay. Mavis nodded. The man went on: "They'd probably take you at Dawes'." "Dawes'!" echoed Mavis hopefully. "Do you know anything of Dawes'?"
We passed close under the edge of the butte. In the excitement of the chase, I had almost forgotten to look up when a shrill shout recalled to my memory the captive on the cross. The cry came from the summit from Sure-shot himself. Thank Heaven! he lived! "Hooza! hoozay!" shouted the voice. "Heaving speed yees, whos'ever ye be! Hooza! hoozay! Arter the verming, an' gie 'em goss!
'We're going ashore, sir, says Bartholomew firmly. 'How? says the captain. 'In the boat, says Bartholomew. 'Are you? says Goss: 'look at her! He had cut her adrift, and she was a mile off. 'And now, says Goss, 'I was drunk last night, and frightened you playing tricks with cards. Don't be fools; do your duty, and defy Davy Jones.
"This won't work!" he said roughly. "Come back," and he held her tight. "Let me go!" she screamed. "Help! Help!" "Close her mouth!" put in Mumps. "If this keeps on we'll have the police down on us in no time!" Again his hand was placed over Dora's mouth, while Baxter caught her from behind. Then Goss came up. "We'll have to carry her," said the former bully of Putnam Hall. "Take her by the feet."
"Ease her off, Goss." "Right you are," answered Bill Goss. "What's the course now?" "Straight down the lake." "All right." "You are not going to take me down the lake!" cried Dora in increased alarm. "Yes, we are." "I I won't go!" "I don't see how you are to help yourself," responded Baxter roughly. "Dan Baxter, you are a brute!"
It has been assigned to Bishop Godwen, 1633, but is probably much earlier. There is also an old stained glass window, restored by Warrington, with figures of SS. Catherine, Gregory, Michael, Thomas, and a modern one, by Heaton, to the Rev. J. Goss. In the north choir aisle, which is entered through the original Norman arch, is an exquisite little chapel known as Bishop Stanbury’s Chantry.
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