It was the Spring of last year,* and Lady Bardolf was making a morning visit to Lady St. Julians.
‘I heard they were to be at Lady Palmerston’s* last night,’ said Lady St. Julians.
‘No,’ said Lady Bardolf shaking her head, ‘they make...
About noon of this day there was a great stir in Mowbray. It was generally whispered about that the Liberator at the head of the Hell-cats and all others who chose to accompany them was going to pay a visit to Mr. Trafford’s settlement,...
‘Life’s a tumbleabout thing of ups and downs,’ said Widow Carey stirring her tea, ‘but I have been down this time longer than I can ever remember.’
‘Nor ever will get up, Widow,’ said Julia at whose lodgings herself and several of Julia’s...
During the strike in Lancashire the people had never plundered, except a few provision shops, chiefly rifled by boys, and their acts of violence had been confined to those with whom they were engaged in what on the whole might be described as fair...
‘Another week,’ exclaimed a gentleman in Downing Street* on the 5th of August, 1842, ‘and we shall be prorogued. You can surely keep the country quiet for another week.’
‘I cannot answer for the public peace for another four-and-twenty hours,’ replied his companion....
Behind the printing office in the alley at the door of which we left Sybil, was a yard which led to some premises that had once been used as a work-shop, but were now generally unoccupied. In a rather spacious chamber over which was...
On the same night that Sybil was encountering so many dangers, the saloons of Deloraine House blazed with a thousand lights to welcome the world of power and fashion to a festival of almost unprecedented magnificence. Fronting a royal park, its long lines of...
Urged by Sybil’s entreaties the cab-driver hurried on. With all the skilled experience of a thorough cockney charioteer he tried to conquer time and space by his rare knowledge of short cuts and fine acquaintance with unknown thoroughfares. He seemed to avoid...
A few days after his morning walk with Sybil, it was agreed that Egremont should visit Mr. Trafford’s factory, which he had expressed a great desire to inspect. Gerard always left his cottage at break of dawn, and as Sybil had not yet paid...
At the end of a court in Wodgate, of rather larger dimensions than usual in that town, was a high and many-windowed house, of several stories in height, which had been added to it at intervals. It was in a most dilapidated state; the...
