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Copplestone, who had considerable faith in the poacher's shrewdness, allowed himself to be led into the lowest part of the town low in more than one sense of the word.
"Well, but it's Justice, aren't it?" demanded Job "a poacher's a thief, an' a thief's a convic' or should be!" "I've 'eerd," said Old Amos, shaking his head, "I've 'eerd as they ties they convic's up to posts, an' lashes an' lashes 'em wi' the cat-o'-nine-tails!" "They generally mostly deserves it!" nodded Job.
The lad looked like a young nobleman, and the peasants would take earnest-money from him. If he, Jorg, should show them florins, it would get him into a fine scrape. The people knew he was as poor as a beggar. The smith asked the poacher's opinion, and the latter growled: "That will, doubtless, be a good plan."
The sound certainly was not made by withered bracken or bramble leaves, and had nothing to do with the stealthy fall of a poacher's heavy boot. It came again more clearly, and Thurston was almost sure that it was the rustle of a woven fabric, such as a woman's dress. To confirm this opinion a soft laugh followed.
Doubtless there was a Shakespeare or two in Lord Leicester's regiment; the name was a common one enough; but it was no part of the poet's experience "to trail a pike in Flanders." Directly or indirectly, he was on the high road to London, and Sir Thomas Lucy was to find his claim to immortality in the pursuit of a young poacher and in the poacher's creation of Mr. His complaint will be remembered.
'Oh! a poacher's lurcher? You did right. Fight such fellows with constables. You have seen Lady Charlotte? 'I am on my way to her ladyship. 'Do me this favour. Fourteen doors up the street of her residence, my physician lives. I have to consult him at once. Dr. Rewkes. Weyburn bowed. Lady Charlotte could not receive him later than half-past ten of the morning, he said.
A little way from here the stream empties into a small lake which simply swarms with wild fowl. There is no fear of us starving!" "Can you shoot?" he inquired. "I have killed driven grouse in Scotland," she answered with a smile. "But I suppose ammunition is valuable up here, and I'm going to try the poacher's way." "The poacher's way?" "Yes. Snares! There is a roll of copper wire in your pack.
"We come back to those feelings, Lady Selina, you think so badly of." She laughed. "Well, but feelings must be intelligible. And this seems so small a cause. However, were you there when it was broken off?" "No; I have never seen her since the day of the poacher's trial." "Oh! So she has gone into complete seclusion from all her friends?" "That I can't answer for.
The poacher's reply was characteristic: "As you means it kindly, Master Horsehair, I won't take it for an insult: howsomdever, either your hand or mine, I won't say which, is too dirty for shaking. Let me do you a good turn, Master: there's a blue-bottle on your wig; I think as it's Beelzebub a-whispering in your ear: allow me to drive him away."
The dog is a large one, a cross between a retriever and a greyhound a very beautiful creature, resembling a poacher's lurcher. The second incident occurred only last week, when Miss Coode was again aroused. This time by a loud crash, as if a picture had fallen.
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