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They were desperate men, peculiarly interesting to him, and he had watched their faces furtively in the early period of his imprisonment. He had been sent to Dartmoor after spending three months in Wormwood Scrubbs. Old hands had told him variously that he was fortunate or unlucky. It was usual to have twelve months at the Scrubbs before testing the life of a convict establishment.
When I woke up Dock and Kitty gone home with the babies. I cried bout being from the babies; I loved em, never been away from em 'fo. She got three maggots and says, 'Scrubbs, see what I got out your little head. Mama had died then. She say, 'Your mama would want me to keep you here wid me. She kept me till it healed up. Them maggots big as a sage broom straw.
There is a large tent standing en permanence during the summer for flower shows, and terrace after terrace of croquet lawns, all of which it will, I fear, shock some Sabbatarian persons to learn were occupied on that Sunday afternoon, and the balls kept clicking like the week-day shots of the erratic riflemen on the Scrubbs.
Mistress Scrubbs, his landlady, was in deep affliction. The dear soul became quite out of breath while speaking of him.
That is to say, ex-Member; for, being a Liberal when the great change came at the last general election, he was ignominiously ousted from his seat, the Scrubbs proving at the finish a bitter place to him. He was put out in more ways than one, and tried to comfort himself by saying that there would soon be another dissolution thinking of his own, possibly, being an old man.
This People's Garden was not exactly a Paradise yet, though it is in a fair way of becoming one. It is a spot of some fifty acres reclaimed from the scrubbiest part of Wormwood Scrubbs, and made the focus of a club of working men, of whom I am very proud indeed to be one. Indeed, I do not see why throughout the remainder of this article I should not use the first person plural. I will.
Miss Nippett soon forgot her neglect of "Turpsichor" and fell into a further doze. When she next awoke, she asked: "Would you mind drawing them curtains?" "Like that?" "You are good to me: reely you are." "Nonsense!" "But then you ought to be: you've got a good man to love you an' give you babies." "What is it you want?" asked Mavis sadly. "Can you see the 'Scrubbs'?" "The prison?"
"We won't say anything more about it," ordered the other. "I have an enormous objection to a scandal." "You're not alone in that respect," she retorted. "And we will of course avoid all references to Wormwood Scrubbs." "I don't know what you mean by that!"
My route last Sunday lay across the crisp sward of the Scrubbs; and it was quite a pleasure to be able to walk there without danger of falling pierced by the bullet of some erratic volunteer; for there are three butts on Wormwood Scrubbs, which I examined with minuteness on Sunday, and was exercised to see by marks on the brickwork how very wide of the target a volunteer's shot can go.
"He's the best bit of new stuff that I've seen since Jem Belcher fought his first fight with Paddington Jones at Wormwood Scrubbs four years ago last April," said Berkeley Craven. "You'll see him with the belt round his waist before he's five-and-twenty, or I am no judge of a man." "That handsome face of his has cost me a cool five hundred," grumbled Sir John Lade.
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