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This I have instanced in the story of Mrs. Veal's Ghost. Ettrick Shepherd arrived. May 9. This day we went to dinner at Mr. Scrope's, at the Pavilion, where were the Haigs of Bemerside, Isaac Haig, Mr. and Mrs. Bainbridge, etc. Warm dispute whether par are or are not salmon trout. "Fleas are not lobsters, d n their souls." Mr.
Two years afterwards Ensign Knightley comes home. He knows nothing of the duel, or any cause for a duel. Lieutenant Scrope is still 'Harry' to him, and his best of friends. It is all very clear." He gazed about him. Perplexity sat on each face except one; that face was Scrope's. "I spoke to you all some half an hour since concerning the effects of a concussion.
He turned with almost a jump, and he saw Scrope bending across the table towards him, his eyes ablaze with an excitement no less keen than his own. "He knows, he knows!" whispered Scrope. "It was that song she was singing; at that word 'flow' he pushed open the door of the room." Knightley raised his head and drew his hand across his forehead, as though Scrope's whisper had aroused him.
It still appeared low, nor could we make out its character; three cones marked its southern extremity, and I concluded that it was a part of Scrope's Range. With the exception of these hills there were none other visible from Laidley's Ponds.
He does not limit himself to nice people. In these matters of evidence and argument, in his contempt for amiable, demoralizing compromise, Chasters served God as Scrope could never hope to serve him. Scrope's new faith had perhaps been altogether impossible if the Chasters controversy had not ploughed his mind. For a time Scrope dwelt upon this remarkable realization.
I would fain say a farewell word to them ere we go forth, for who knows whether we may see them again?" "Ay, verily, we may be dead or else they," said Joseph, but in the tone of one who has grown used to the thought. "This way then; the house lies hard by, next door to my Lady Scrope's.
One of the officers shuffled his feet. Tessin said "Hush!" Knightley took a step forward and dropped a hand on Scrope's shoulder, very lightly; but none the less Scrope started and turned white as though he had been stabbed. "Harry," said the Ensign, "my my wife is still in Tangier?" Scrope drew in a breath. "Yes." "Ah, waiting for me! You have shown her what kindness you could during my slavery?"
Near by lay Sir William le Scrope's armed figure, and round about were many others of the family buried beneath flat stones.
"Still less of deer stalking for Scrope's book has been read largely even here; and no man, how prejudiced soever, can compare with the standing at a deer-path all day long waiting till a great timid beast is driven up within ten yards of your muzzle, with that extraordinary sport on bald and barren mountains, where nothing but vast and muscular exertion, the eye of the eagle, and the cunning of the serpent, can bring you within range of the wild cattle of the hills.
Where were the virtuous and conscientious men in whom the constituencies of Ireland had reposed confidence? Why did they not attend in numbers sufficient to prevent Mr. Poulett Scrope's laudable effort on behalf of Ireland from being burked?" During the debate which followed Lord John Russell's speech on the state of Ireland, Mr.
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