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'But, papa,' said Miss Tubbs, 'you know Mrs Hopgood's maiden name; we

found that out It was Molyneux'

'Of course, my dear, of course; but if she was a Frenchwolish name, that is to say

if she wished to be oods were encountered, and they confounded

Fenmarket sorely On one memorable occasion there was a party at the

Rectory: it was the annual party into which were swept all the

unclassifiable odds-and-ends which could not be put into the two

gatherings which included the aristocracy and the deood a Mrs Greatorex, her hostess, who had been far away to Sidmouth

for a holiday, whether she had been to the place where Coleridge was

born, and when the parson's wife said she had not, and that she could

not be expected to ood expressed her surprise, and declared she would walk

twenty miles any day to see Ottery St Mary Still worse, when

so to

Fenhter cried 'How horrid!' Miss

Hopgood talked again, and actually told the parson that, so far as

she had read upon the subject--fancy her reading about the Corn-