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Clare Avery

It may be as well to recall the state of knowledge in English society at this period. The time had gone by when the burning of coal was prohibited, as prejudicial to health; but the limits of London, beyond which building might not extend, were soon after this fixed at three miles from the city gates; the introduction of private carriages was long opposed, lest it should lead to luxury; [Note 1] and sumptuary laws, regulating, according to rank, the materials for dress and the details of trimmings, were issued every few years. Needles were treasures beyond reach of the poor; yeast, starch, glass bottles,. | 1 CHAPTER ONE. CHAPTER TWO. CHAPTER THREE. CHAPTER FOUR. CHAPTER FIVE. CHAPTER SIX. CHAPTER SEVEN. CHAPTER EIGHT. CHAPTER NINE. CHAPTER TEN. CHAPTER ELEVEN. CHAPTER TWELVE. CHAPTER THIRTEEN. CHAPTER FOURTEEN. CHAPTER FIFTEEN. CHAPTER SIXTEEN. Clare Avery by Emily Sarah Holt. CHAPTER ONE. 2 CHAPTER ONE. LITTLE CLARE S FIRST HOME. The mossy marbles rest On the lips he hath pressed In their bloom And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Cold said the carrier blowing on his fingers to keep them warm. Cold bully Penmore ejaculated Hal Dockett --farrier horse-leech and cow-doctor in ordinary to the town of Bodmin and its neighbourhood. Lack-a-daisy thou that hast been carrier these thirty years and thy father afore thee and his father afore him ever sith old Dick Boar days shouldst be as hard as a milestone by this time. Tis the end of March fellow Be it known that old Dick Boar was Mr Dockett s extremely irreverent style of allusion to His Majesty King Richard the Third. Tis the end of as bitter a March as hath been in Cornwall these hundred years said the carrier. Whither away now lad Truly unto Bradmond whither I am bidden to see unto the black cow. Is it sooth lad that the master is failing yonder Folk saith so replied Hal his jocund face clouding over. It shall be an evil day for Bodmin that Ay so echoed the carrier. Well we must all be laid in earth one day. God be wi thee lad And with a crack of his whip the waggon lumbered slowly forward upon the Truro road while Dockett went on his way towards a house standing a little distance on the left in a few acres of garden with a paddock behind. About the cold there was no question. The ground which had been white with snow for many days was now a mixture of black and white under the influence of a thaw while a bitterly cold wind which made everybody shiver rose now and then to a wild whirl slammed the doors and groaned through the wood-work. A fragment of cloud