Vernon's invitation to prolong his stay in
Sussex, that they may have some hunting together.
Leaning forward in the cab, he listened intently to MacDonald's short sketch of the problem which awaited us in
Sussex. The inspector was himself dependent, as he explained to us, upon a scribbled account forwarded to him by the milk train in the early hours of the morning.
The family of Dashwood had long been settled in
Sussex. Their estate was large, and their residence was at Norland Park, in the centre of their property, where, for many generations, they had lived in so respectable a manner as to engage the general good opinion of their surrounding acquaintance.
She was looking at plans one day in the following spring--they had finally decided to go down into
Sussex and build--when Mrs.
He was indeed a scion of one of the very oldest families in the kingdom, though his branch was a cadet one which had separated from the northern Musgraves some time in the sixteenth century, and had established itself in western
Sussex, where the Manor House of Hurlstone is perhaps the oldest inhabited building in the county.
They puzzled a worthy
Sussex doctor some ninety years ago; but who in the world could have hoped--hoped--to have seen a sight like that?"
You are to picture the loveliness of nature upon that August day, the freshness of the morning air, the golden glare of the summer sunshine, the cloudless sky, the luxuriant green of the
Sussex woods, and the deep purple of heather-clad downs.
Scape, lately admitted partner into the great Calcutta House of Fogle, Fake, and Cracksman, in which poor Scape had embarked seventy thousand pounds, the earnings of a long and honourable life, taking Fake's place, who retired to a princely park in
Sussex (the Fogles have been long out of the firm, and Sir Horace Fogle is about to be raised to the peerage as Baron Bandanna)--admitted, I say, partner into the great agency house of Fogle and Fake two years before it failed for a million and plunged half the Indian public into misery and ruin.
Who would have thought that upon the proud day when this battle was won, the very gale which waved the Saxon banners in triumph, was filling the Norman sails, and impelling them to the fatal shores of
Sussex? Who would have thought that Harold, within a few brief days, would himself possess no more of his kingdom, than the share which he allotted in his wrath to the Norwegian invader?
Sir Luke de Ponynges, Sir Thomas West, Sir Maurice de Bruin, Sir Arthur Lipscombe, Sir Walter Ramsey, and stout Sir Oliver Buttesthorn were all marching south with levies from Andover, Arlesford, Odiham and Winchester, while from
Sussex came Sir John Clinton, Sir Thomas Cheyne, and Sir John Fallislee, with a troop of picked men-at-arms, making for their port at Southampton.
After that he travelled for some years, and finally he bought a small place called Woodman's Lee, near Forest Row, in
Sussex. There he has lived for six years, and there he died just a week ago to-day.
(Sent to Carfax,
Sussex, as no county given, delivered late by twenty-two hours.)