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To prepare for the dreaded interview John at last set himself to compose an elaborate speech, on the model of one which he had seen in the 'Royal Magazine' at Mr. Merrishaw's school. The speech, however, was not quite ready when the boat stopped at Wisbeach, landing John Clare, together with the other passengers. One more source of trouble had to be overcome here.
"It's Willie's explosive." "Willie's explosive?" "Lord Wisbeach I mean the man who pretended to be Lord Wisbeach dropped it there." "Dropped it there? Well, why didn't it explode and blow the place to Hoboken, then?" Mrs. Pett looked helplessly at Willie, who thrust his fingers into his mop of hair and rolled his eyes.
She was feeling depressed. She wondered if this was because she had just departed from her father, and decided that it was. His swift entrances into and exits from her life always left her temporarily restless. She drove on up the river. She meant to decide her problem one way or the other before she returned home. Lord Wisbeach, meanwhile, was talking to Mrs.
But we must now again retrace our steps, for in the father of Mary Shelley we have another of the representative people of his time, whose early life and antecedents must not be passed over. William Godwin, the seventh of thirteen children, was born at Wisbeach, Cambridgeshire, on March 3, 1756.
Rennie. He also suggested that the acute angle at the Horseshoe be cut off and the river deepened up to the bridge at Wisbeach, making a new cut along the bank on the south side of the town, which should join the river again immediately above it, thereby converting the intermediate space, by draw-doors and the usual contrivances, into a floating dock.
Pett," said Lord Wisbeach with feeling, "that it is surely only right that I should try to make some return. Let us leave it at this then. I will come here to-night and will make it my business to watch these two men. I will go and pack my things and have them sent here." "It is wonderful of you, Lord Wisbeach." "Not at all," replied his lordship. "It will be a pleasure."
Gentleman Jack had lowered his revolver, and was standing waiting to explain all, with the insufferable look of the man who is just going to say that he has only done his duty and requires no thanks. "Who are you?" he said. "Nev' min' who I am!" said Miss Trimble curtly. "Siz Pett knows who I am." "I hope you won't be offended, Lord Wisbeach," said Mrs. Pett from the group by the door.
"Lord Wisbeach most kindly offered to do all he could to protect my nephew's explosive," said Mrs. Pett. Gentleman Jack smiled modestly. "I hope I have been of some slight assistance! I think I came down in the nick of time. Look!" He pointed to the safe. "He had just got it open! Luckily I had my pistol with me. I covered him, and called for help. In another moment he would have got away."
The situation was exceedingly healthy, being at the highest point of the road sloping up for a mile and a half from what was then Whittlesea Mere. It was not too near the sea, to make escape more easy, yet near enough to Yarmouth, King's Lynn and Wisbeach, to facilitate the landing and transport of prisoners to their destination.
Buxton; and at six o'clock that evening presented himself at the "Running Horse," and was shown up to a private parlour. He found Mr. Buxton in the highest good-humour; he was even now on his way from Wisbeach, home again to Tonbridge, and was only staying in London to finish a little business he had. Before supper was over, Anthony had laid his difficulties before him.
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