whichnovre

Updated: May 16, 2025

I went from thence to Offley's at Whichnovre , the individual manor of the flitch of bacon, which has been growing rusty for these thirty years in his hall. I don't wonder; I have no notion that one could keep in good humour with one's wife for a year and a day, unless one was to live on the very spot, which is one of the sweetest scenes I ever saw.

Horace Walpole - Letters of Horace Walpole — Volume I