Once I gave him a sound thrashing in this very shop, an' when his father called me to task for it the next day he went home with a broken collar-bone.

That was ten years before the war, an' we have not spoken pleasantly since.

A hard man was Frederick Grant, an' none of his blood ever forgave an injury.

Once the boy's company of Queen's Rangers raided this shop, but fortunately I was not here." "But Mistress Mortimer," I interrupted, "is her family also from this neighborhood ?" "To the northeast of here, near Locust Grove; the properties of the two families adjoin each other, an' I have heard there is distant kinship between them, although if that be true all that was good in the strain must have descended to the one branch, an' all the evil to the other.

Day and night could be no different.