Mistress Spitfire A Plain Account of Certain Episodes in the History of Richard Coope, Gent., and of His Cousin, Mistress Alison French, at the Time of the Revolution, 1642-1644

OF MY MEETING WITH MY KINSMAN, ANTHONY DACRE, AT THE WAYSIDE INN--OF MY FURTHER ADVENTURES, MY DISINHERITANCE BY SIR NICHOLAS, AND MY DOINGS WITH THE PARLIAMENTARIANS--AND OF MY...

At seven of the clock I turned away from the window, where, for a full hour, I had stood flattening my nose against the pane in a vain attempt to see something of interest in th...

Of my Meeting with my Kinsman, Anthony Dacre, at the Wayside Inn--of my Further Adventures, my Disinheritance by Sir Nicholas, and my Doings with the Parliamentarians--and of my...

I was by this time on the threshold, as it were, of my destination, for only a short seven miles lay ’twixt me and Fairfax’s headquarters, but seven miles to a weary man is no l...

As they began to knock at the door, at first with a certain gentleness, but afterwards in as peremptory a manner as if the king himself had waited without, I turned to my cousin...

About eight o’clock on that, the second night of our investments, I sat eating my supper in the parlour, all my men being at their posts, and everything appearing of a satisfyin...

Alison was in the death chamber, where Sir Nicholas’s body lay stiff and stark in its shroud. They had prepared him for his burial, Alison and old Barbara, with as much care as...

The meadows were half under water: the Carleton Dyke had overflowed its banks, and ere we had well dipped into the low fields, our feet were sinking at every step into the marsh...

The place in which they installed me to wait for my end was a little cottage some fifty yards away from the farmhouse, where Fairfax had set up his quarters, and stood in an ang...

I now proceeded to carry out my further plans, all of which I had duly considered since my first notion of saving Dick entered my head. Towards the close of the afternoon I rode...