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After placing the body upon a bed of dried fern, the keepers were about to depart, when Osmond Crooke observed to the forester, 'I am now certain thou art Arnold Sheafe. "'It matters not who I am, since I have the king's pardon, replied the other, laughing disdainfully. "'Thou hast yet to earn it, said Osmond. "'Leave that to me, replied Urswick.
I was listening to a romantic story about an old house where a handsome girl leaned out of a window and her beauty attracted an English officer passing by, who said to himself that was the one woman for him, and long afterward he went back, found her, and married her." "A handsome Miss Sheafe. Yes." Cary smiled. "See here, Cary Adams." Hawthorne took a small leather case out of his pocket.
"'He looks marvellously like Arnold Sheafe, who was outlawed for deer-stealing, said Osmond Crooke, regarding him steadfastly. "'I am no outlaw, neither am I called Arnold Sheafe, replied the other. 'My name is Philip Urswick, and I can render a good account of myself when it shall please the king's highness to interrogate me.
It was a dreadful sight; the dead being so mutilated that it was scarcely possible to tell their colour. I saw gun-barrels bent nearly double. I think we saw Sir Roger Sheafe, the British General, galloping across the field, by himself, a few minutes before the explosion. At all events, we saw a mounted officer, and fired at him.
Whether or not a man is to be classed as eccentric who vanishes without rhyme or reason on his wedding-night is a query left to the reader's decision. We seem to have struck a matrimonial vein, and must work it out. In 1768, Mr. James McDonough was one of the wealthiest men in Portsmouth, and the fortunate suitor for the hand of a daughter of Jacob Sheafe, a town magnate.
He galloped up to the government-house, dismounted, went in, remained a short time, and then galloped out of town. All this I saw; and the old woman in the potato-locker told me the general had been in the house a short time before we landed. Her account agreed with the appearance of the officer I saw; though I will not pretend to be certain it was General Sheafe.
"Like the beautiful lace Madam Sheafe makes. Only I never did any so wide. But Miss Arabella used to. Betty took me there one afternoon. Madam Sheafe has such a lovely little house. And, oh, Uncle Win, she can talk French a little." He smiled and nodded. "You see," began Doris with sweet seriousness, "there was no one to make shirts for, and I suppose Miss Arabella thought it wasn't worth while.
"The old cradle of liberty was filled last evening by a large and appreciative audience, assembled to hear Luther Benson, a well-known temperance advocate from Indiana. Mr. E.H. Sheafe, under whose auspices the lecture was held, presided, and the platform was occupied by the Rev. Mr. Cook, who offered prayer, and by Messrs.
"If I could only do sums as easily," she said, with a plaintive sound in her voice. "Oh, you will learn. You can't do everything in a moment, or your education would soon be finished." "What is Mme. Sheafe like?" she asked with some curiosity, thinking of Aunt Priscilla. "She is a very splendid, tall old lady. She ought to be a queen.
Cooke, of the Hanover Street Bethel, after which, Mr. E.H. Sheafe introduced the lecturer. The temperance theme is so old and long discussed that it seemed well-nigh impossible to present its merits in a new and attractive way, but Mr.
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