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Updated: September 14, 2025
Oddly enough the most perfect example I have found is in the churchyard at Kew, which seems too near to London: Here lyith the bodies of Robert and Ann Plaistow, late of Tyre, Edghill, in Warwickshire, Dyed August 23, 1728. At Tyre they were born and bred And in the same good lives they led, Until they come to married state, Which was to them most fortunate.
And there is that swift Mrs. Plaistow. She comes like a train with a red light in her face and wheels and whistlings. She talks like a telegram Good-morning, Mrs. Plaistow." "Enjoyed my game of bridge, Contessa," panted Diva. "Delightful game of bridge yesterday." The Contessa seemed in rather a hurry to reply. But long before she could get a word out Miss Mapp felt she knew what had happened....
Throughout his journey back to Plaistow, he had thought of nothing else but his love, and had resolved to persevere, telling himself sometimes that he might perhaps be successful, and feeling sure at other times that he would encounter renewed sorrow and permanent disappointment but equally resolved in either mood that he would persevere.
I've pledged myself to do nothing to oppose your father; but I've made no such promise as to you. We'll have a cow before I'm many days older. What a pretty place this is! I do like these rocks so much, and it is such a comfort to be off the flat. 'It is pretty. 'Very pretty. You've no conception what an ugly place Plaistow is. The land isn't actual fen now, but it was once. And it's quite flat.
That seemed to be a cul-de-sac in the way of leading up to the important subject, and the Major tried another turning. "Good, well-fought game of bridge we had yesterday," he said. "Just met Mrs. Plaistow; she stopped on for a chat after we had gone." "Dear Diva; she loves a good gossip," said Miss Mapp effusively. "Such an interest she has in other people's affairs. So human and sympathetic.
I am visiting the Prime Minister this evening and shall give him my views." At that moment a newspaper boy passed the window with an afternoon edition and Jason went out to get a copy. He returned with a smile of satisfaction, carrying the paper open before him. "Three murders in London," he announced. "One in Plaistow, one in East Ham and one in Pimlico. I told you there was unrest abroad."
Such was Plaistow Hall, and such was its mistress. Of the master, the reader, I hope, already knows so much as to need no further description. As Belton drove himself home from the railway station late on that August night, he made up his mind that he would tell his sister all his story about Clara Amedroz. She had ever wished that he should marry, and now he had made his attempt.
This meeting was removed from the usual place at Westminster to the Friends' meeting-house at Plaistow, in deference to Mrs. Fry's infirm health and visibly-declining strength. In a report issued by this society, some four or five weeks after Mrs. Fry's death, the committee paid a fitting tribute to her labors with them, and the sacred preëminence she had won in the course of those labors.
Worked night and day to be first. Just like you. Mean behaviour." "It was meaner to give that frock to Janet," said Miss Mapp. "You can give yours to Withers," snapped Diva. "Much obliged, Mrs. Plaistow," said Miss Mapp.
"Having a bit crack with wee wifey? Any news this bright morning?" "No, dear Padre," said Miss Mapp, showing her gums. "At least, I've heard nothing of any interest. I can only give you the news of my garden. Such lovely new roses in bloom to-day, bless them!" Mrs. Plaistow had popped into the stationer's, so this perjury was undetected. The Padre was noted for his diplomacy.
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