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Updated: June 18, 2025
His eyes were closing fast, and a lump as large as a plover's egg hung on his under-lip. "Seize those men!" he shouted, and began a string of oaths, but stopped because the utterance caused him agony. The sergeant, who had been bending over him, drew his side-arm and advanced a hulking big fellow with a pimply face and an ugly look in his eye.
I cried, for the moment dropping care and woe in astonishment: "we have nothing like this at Plover's Barrows; nor even Uncle Reuben. I do hope it is honest, Annie?"
Dear mother was rather proud in her heart, as well as terribly frightened, at the importance now accruing to Plover's Barrows farm; and she often declared that it would be as famous in history as the Rye House, or the Meal-tub, or even the great black box, in which she was a firm believer: and even my knowledge of politics could not move her upon that matter.
There never was a man so happily named and so eminently fitted to fulfil the destinies of a gamekeeper. Who loves to trap the wily stoat? Who loves the plover's piping note? Who loves to wring the weasel's throat? Tom Peregrine. What time the wintry woods we walk, No need have we of lure or hawk; Have we not Tom to tower and talk? Tom Peregrine?
There is no Doone's door at Plover's Barrows and if there were I could never go through it. They vexed me so much about my size, long before I had completed it, girding at me with paltry jokes whose wit was good only to stay at home, that I grew shame-faced about the matter, and feared to encounter a looking-glass. But mother was very proud, and said she never could have too much of me.
Leigh, what noise was that?" "An Irish howl, I fancied: but it came from off the bog; it may be only a plover's cry." "Something not quite right, sir captain, to my mind," said the ancient. "They have ugly stories here of pucks and banshees, and what not of ghosts. There it was again, wailing just like a woman. They say the banshee cried all night before Desmond was slain."
Didn't the Scotland Yard man tell you " "That he suspected a French hand in the case of 'Snow' Gregory? All the more reason why Raoul should come," said the colonel calmly; "he ought to report this morning." "You're taking a risk," growled Pinto. "Nothing unusual," replied the colonel, shelling a plover's egg.
'My dear Cousin Ruth, I said, on purpose to vex Master Cockram, because he eyed us so heavily, and squinted to unluckily, 'we have long been looking for you at our Plover's Barrows farm. You remember how you used to love hunting for eggs in the morning, and hiding up in the tallat with Lizzie, for me to seek you among the hay, when the sun was down.
And during that first day we had no need to meddle with our store at all; for as had been settled before we left home, we lay that night at Dunster in the house of a worthy tanner, first cousin to my mother, who received us very cordially, and undertook to return old Smiler to his stable at Plover's Barrows, after one day's rest.
Almost everybody knows, in our part of the world at least, how pleasant and soft the fall of the land is round about Plover's Barrows farm. All above it is strong dark mountain, spread with heath, and desolate, but near our house the valleys cove, and open warmth and shelter.
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