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Updated: June 15, 2025
"But there is an end to all things, and it looks to me as if we were mighty near to an end of the siege of Harby. Why else should there be a truce called that the Roundhead captain may have speech with my lady." "Honest John Thoroughgood," Halfman answered, with great composure, "you are not so wise as you think.
Pryor left. "Don't you remember Mr. Thoroughgood?" "He never courted her. He told me so himself. He thought over it and prayed over it, and at last decided he'd do it, but he never did. He bought her a box of candy for which he paid sixty cents told me that, too and went to the house prepared to speak the word. I remember the night very well.
He dropped in his chair again as if exhausted by the vehemence of his words and the emotion which prompted them. Thoroughgood contemplated him sourly. "You prate like a play-actor," he snarled. Halfman's whole being flashed into activity again. He was no more a sentimentalist but now a roaring ranter. "Because I was a play-actor once," he shouted, "when I was a sweet-and-twenty youngling."
"Strip more lint, Tiffany," she ordered; "and bid Andrew be brisk with the charcoal." Her voice was as buoyant as the song of a free bird, and her step on the stair as light as if there were no such thing in the world as a leaguer. Tiffany crossed the gallery and disappeared through the opposite door. Brilliana, as she descended the stair, diverted her speech to Thoroughgood.
"Then I go with you." Instantly Evander paused. "No, no," he said. Brilliana repeated his words. "Why, when are you or I afraid of danger?" There was a noise of running feet in the garden, and then Thoroughgood sped across the moat and into the room. "Captain Halfman has been shot," he gasped. "Oh, by whom?" Brilliana wailed, her eyes wide with horror. "Is he killed?" Evander asked.
Joe is the best and kindest of grooms. My work is easy and pleasant, and I feel my strength and spirits all coming back again. Mr. Thoroughgood said to Joe the other day: "In your place he will last till he is twenty years old perhaps more." Willie always speaks to me when he can, and treats me as his special friend.
This house, considerably altered, an example of early seventeenth-century architecture, located in that part of Lower Norfolk County which became Princess Anne in 1691, was built by Adam Thoroughgood on land patented by him, 1635.
Thoroughgood went into the house. In about ten minutes he returned, followed by three ladies; one tall, pale lady, wrapped in a white shawl, leaned on a younger lady, with dark eyes and a merry face; the other, a very stately-looking person, was Miss Blomefield. They all came and looked at me and asked questions.
"What kind of parts?" he asked, drawing a little nearer to the soldier of fortune, whose experiences fascinated his inexperience. Halfman shrugged his shoulders and favored honest Thoroughgood with a bantering, quizzical smile. "All kinds of parts," he answered. "How does the old puzzle run? Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, ploughboy, gentleman, thief.
I felt that any change from my present place must be an improvement, so I held up my head, and hoped for the best. 48 Farmer Thoroughgood and His Grandson Willie At this sale, of course I found myself in company with the old broken-down horses some lame, some broken-winded, some old, and some that I am sure it would have been merciful to shoot.
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