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Lord John Manners brought in his hand a brace of grouse for Papa, which was a well-timed present: a day or two before Papa had been wishing for some." To these extracts I must add one other from a letter referring to this time. It is addressed to Miss Wooler, the kind friend of both her girlhood and womanhood, who had invited her to spend a fortnight with her at her cottage lodgings.
The old people were much amazed when their son came in, bare-headed, wet, and covered with red rust from the friendly chain, but they were glad to see him in any plight. The moor is in much better order now-a-days, for the muggers are all driven away north to Yetholm and Wooler. A stately policeman traverses the bank once every night, and no one is ever molested.
"He ought to have turned up at the 'Angel Hotel' at Norcaster last night, and at the theatre today at noon he did neither. I'm his business manager, Mrs. Wooler. Now can you tell us anything more than you've already told, I mean?" The landlady, whose face expressed more and more concern as Stafford spoke, shook her head. "I can't!" she answered. "I don't know any more.
After he had done he left the room, amidst a pretty general expression of approbation. Some time now elapsed, during which there was a pause, as every one was in expectation of Mr. Wooler, or some friend of Major Cartwright, putting that gentleman in nomination; but, as no one came forward, I mounted the table. After some time I obtained a hearing, and I began by inquiring who and what Mr.
It was at Langleeford that Sir Walter Scott stayed, as a youth, in 1791, with his uncle, after they had vainly attempted to find accommodation in Wooler. Here they rode, fished, shot, walked, and drank the goat's whey for which the district was famous in those days and for long afterwards.
So I'm not here in any representative or official sense." Chatfield's small eyes grew smaller with suspicious curiosity. "Oh?" he said questioningly. "Then what might you be here for, mister?" Copplestone stood up and rang the bell. "That's my business." he answered. "Sorry I can't give you any more time," he went on as Mrs. Wooler opened the door. "I'm engaged now. If you or Mr.
Wooler to, as Sheila said, "Tear me to pieces. But I could not let that woman insult me without retaliating." "Of course you did right. She's an odious creature." Grainger returned alone about eleven o'clock. He tapped at Myra's door, and asked her if she was asleep. "No. Miss Carolan is here; we've been having a lovely talk." "Well, go to bed, and have a lovely sleep.
And Copplestone, out of good neighbourliness, stopped and spoke to him. "Mrs. Wooler tells me you're come here to pick up," he remarked. "Pretty strong air round this quarter of the globe!" "Oh, that's all right!" said the new arrival. "The air of Scarhaven will do me good it's full of just what I want." He gave Copplestone another look and then glanced at the letters which he held in his hand.
Stafford was back at Scarhaven before breakfast time next morning, bringing with him a roll of copies of the Norcaster Daily Chronicle, one of which he immediately displayed to Copplestone and Mrs. Wooler, who met him at the inn door. He pointed with great pride to certain staring headlines. "I engineered that!" he exclaimed.
If the reader will refer to the account I have given of Miss Bronte's schooldays at Roe Head, he will there see how every place surrounding that house was connected with the Luddite riots, and will learn how stories and anecdotes of that time were rife among the inhabitants of the neighbouring villages; how Miss Wooler herself, and the elder relations of most of her schoolfellows, must have known the actors in those grim disturbances.
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