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We see the operation of this principle perfectly displayed, in certain cases of lunacy, of epilepsy, of catalepsy, and of mania, of a peculiar and painful character, though unattended by incapacity of business." The memorandum of the case of Judge Harbottle, which was written by Mrs.
Judge Harbottle made his registrar call upon the crown solicitor, and tell him that there was a man in town who bore a wonderful resemblance to a prisoner in Shrewsbury jail named Lewis Pyneweck, and to make inquiry through the post forthwith whether any one was personating Pyneweck in prison and whether he had thus or otherwise made his escape.
Dixons, an' Walkers, an' Elliotts, an' Smiths is come, said she, marking off the families on her fingers, as she looked round and called over their names; 'an' there's only Will Latham an' his two sisters, and Roger Harbottle, an' Taylor t' come; an' they'll turn up afore tea's ended.
Mary did know who Mr Harbottle was, or had been. Mr Harbottle had been the vicar at Little Alresford, for whose death Mr Blake was waiting, in order that he might enter in together upon the good things of matrimony and the living.
You won't 'Be able to ask for that furlough Judy wants. Rather not. I'm afraid she's disappointed she was tremendously set on going but it doesn't matter tuppence to me. I sought out Mrs. Harbottle, at the end of the room. She looked radiant; she sat on the edge of the table and swung a light-hearted heel.
Antrobus was now become a great champion for the Parliament; but, at the day of hearing, I had procured abundance of my friends to be there; for the godly, as they termed themselves, sided with him; the present Master of the Rolls was Chairman that day, Sir Harbottle Grimston. Who, hearing the foulness of the cause, was very much ashamed thereof.
If this was the High Court of Appeal, which never rose day or night, it might account for the pale and jaded aspect of everybody in it. An air of indescribable gloom hung upon the pallid features of all the people here; no one ever smiled; all looked more or less secretly suffering. "The King against Elijah Harbottle!" shouted the officer.
From this the house is not visible to reach it one must pass down a private drive to the left. Whilst the present house was being built, Sir Harbottle Grimston writes on a tour enjoyed in 1768: "From Worksop Manor to Clumber, Lord Lincoln's, over the heath.
'She did, after all, love me best, dear, wonderful Judy! Her distress about poor Robert Harbottle was genuine enough, but one could not be surprised at a certain ambiguity; one tear for Robert, so to speak, and two for her boy. It could hardly be, for him, a marriage after his mother's heart.
'How white you look! said Mrs. Harbottle, with concern. 'Not bad news? 'On the contrary, excellent news. Judy, will you stay to lunch? She looked at me, hesitating. 'Won't it seem rather a compromise on your part? When you ought to be rousing the city 'I don't intend to rouse the city, I said. 'I have given you the chance.
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