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To return now to the moment at which Anna, at Melchester, had received Raye's letter. It had been put into her own hand by the postman on his morning rounds. She flushed down to her neck on receipt of it, and turned it over and over. 'It is mine? she said. 'Why, yes, can't you see it is? said the postman, smiling as he guessed the nature of the document and the cause of the confusion.
Well; Sir John had already started in pursuit of them as a matter of duty, driving like a wild man to Melchester, and thence by the direct highway to the capital.
This time Julian perceived that the brougham was one belonging to the White Hart Hotel, which Lord Mountclere was using partly from the necessities of these hasty proceedings, and also because, by so doing, he escaped the notice that might have been bestowed upon his own equipage, or men-servants, the Mountclere hammer-cloths being known in Melchester.
A cross in black ink attracted his attention; and it was opposite a name among the 'Deaths. His blood ran icily as he discerned the words 'The Palace, Melchester. But it was not she. Her husband, the Bishop of Melchester, had, after a short illness, departed this life at the comparatively early age of fifty years.
Knollsea was a village on the coast, not very far from Melchester, the new home of Christopher; not very far, that is to say, in the eye of a sweetheart; but seeing that there was, as the crow flies, a stretch of thirty-five miles between the two places, and that more than one-third the distance was without a railway, an elderly gentleman might have considered their situations somewhat remote from each other.
Dickens was acquainted with Salisbury, but not until after he had made it the scene of Tom Pinch's remarkable characterization "a very desperate sort of place; an exceedingly wild and dissipated city." It must not be forgotten that Salisbury is the "Melchester" of the Wessex Novels and that Trollope made the city the original of "Barchester."
"We must sail under sealed orders, that nobody may trace us... We mustn't go to Alfredston, or to Melchester, or to Shaston, or to Christminster. Apart from those we may go anywhere." "Why mustn't we go there, Father?"
The confectioner's shop patronized by the Melchester boys was situated in a quiet street some five minutes' walk from the school-gates.
She often talks of you, and is always sad because you never write. Why have you never been to see her?" "I have seen her once. I passed her in the street in Melchester; but I was in uniform, and she didn't notice me." "But why didn't you go over to Brenlands?" "Oh, I couldn't do that! I struck out a path for myself.
It's held once a year in a big field on the other side of the town; there are shows, and round-abouts, and all that sort of thing." "Thanks," answered Valentine, "but I'm afraid we can't go." "Why not?" "Because the rule of the school is that no boys are allowed to go to Melchester Fair. Old Westford is awfully strict about it.
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