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Updated: June 21, 2025
'I was ticketed to the Duchess of Salop, but I got a first-rate substitute with the charm of novelty for her Grace, and sent her in with Lothair. St. Aldegonde was the heir apparent of the wealthiest, if not the most ancient, dukedom in the United Kingdom. He was spoiled, but he knew it.
He charged the Abbé with unspeakable villainy; salop and saligaud were the terms in which he would habitually refer to him. He knew the rascal for a spy, and no modesty restrained him from proclaiming his knowledge. But whatever insults were thrown at the Abbé he received with a grin complacent as Shylock's, for was he not conscious that when he liked the pound of flesh was his own!
Seems to me I've heard my grandpa speak of her. And, if here isn't Thackeray's grave there in the floor again! Well! Well!" "Come over here, John, and see this," called Philip, pointing to a tomb on which was this inscription: Thomas Parr of ye county of Salop, born A.D. 1483. He lived in the reignes of ten princes, viz.
"Just as I was going to resume my daily course of business I was called to preach in a church at Salop, and was obliged to compose a sermon in the moments I should have spent in prayer. Hurry and the want of a single eye drew a veil between the prize and my soul.
But Telford's principal employment of cast iron was in the construction of road bridges, in which he proved himself a master. His experience in these structures had become very extensive. During the time that he held the office of surveyor to the county of Salop, he erected no fewer than forty-two, five of which were of iron.
Charley was rather a favourite with Mr. Oldeschole, having been appointed by himself at the instance of Mr. Oldeschole's great friend, Sir Gilbert de Salop; and he was, moreover, the best- looking of the whole lot of navvies; but he was no favourite with Mr. Snape. 'Poor Screwy it will be all up with him, said Charley. 'He might just as well have gone on with his party and had his fun out.
"Evidently," said the lower berth, "she is herself salop." The sponge, dripping with water, came quickly out of the basin in Anna-Rose's clenched fist. For one awful instant she stood there in her nightgown, like some bird of judgment poised for dreadful flight, her eyes flaming, her knotted pigtails bristling on the top of her head. The wet sponge twitched in her hand.
Fielding, "begone; go to the Salop, and bring us a pint of Madeira, a toast, and a dish of chocolate." "Yes, your honour, in a twinkling," said the valet, disappearing. "A sorry fellow," said Mr. Fielding, "but honest and faithful, and loves me as well as a saint loves gold; 'tis his love makes him familiar." Here the door was again opened, and the sharp face of Mr. O'Carroll again intruded.
His Mother was Magdalen Newport, the youngest daughter of Sir Richard, and sister to Sir Francis Newport of High-Arkall, in the County of Salop, Knight, and grandfather of Francis Lord Newport, now Controller of his Majesty's Household.
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