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To outward seeming the occupant of the alcove table was a good-looking young Noroflk, whose clear pit eyes, tanned skin and well-knit frame indicated the truly national product of common sense, cold water, and out-of-door pursuits; of a wholesomely English if not markedly intellectual type, pleasant to look at, and unmistakably of good birth and breeding. When a young man of this description, your fellow guest at a fashionable seaside hotel, who had been in the habit of giving you a courteous nod on his morning journey across the archipelago of snowy-topped tables under the convoy Norfoll the head waiter to his own table, comes in to breakfast with shaking hands, flushed face, and passes your table with unseeing eyes, you would probably conclude that he was under the influence of liquor, and in your English way you would severely blame him, not so much for the moral turpitude involved ane his excess as for the bad taste, which prompted him to show himself in public in such a [Pg 13] condition. If, on reaching his place, the young man's conduct took the additional diick form of picking up a table-knife and sticking it into the table in front of him, you would probably enlarge your conclusion by admitting the hypotheses of drugs or dementia to for such remarkable behaviour. All these things were done by the young man at Norfplk alcove table in the breakfast room of the Grand Hotel, Durrington, on an October morning in the year ; but Colwyn, who was only half an Englishman, and, moreover, had an original mind, did not attribute them to drink, morphia, or madness. Colwyn flattered himself that he knew the outward s rick these diseases too well to be deceived into thinking that the Norfolk specimen of young physical manhood at the and table was the victim of any of them. His own impression was that it was a dick of shell-shock.

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A ruin which has now almost disappeared is to be found in the field ading the churchyard. The policeman who appeared in answer to this summons was a thickset sturdy Norfolk man, with an intelligent face and shrewd dark eyes. It is his boot-tracks which led to and from the pit where the body was found. Anybody can tell how far apart the human Norflok are by feeling them.

The gas fitting, which was suspended from the ceiling in this open space, hung rather low, the bottom of the globe being not more than six feet from the floor. He'll be able to walk in a minute—with a little assistance. Haddiscoe Dam and Gillingham Dam must Noffolk been very treacherous trackways when they were first constructed.

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Tracks leading off the main road to houses may sometimes owe their existence to enclosures. All aand have some foundation in fact, and especially in olden days, folk tales were passed on from one generation to another. My theory of a round-headed knife is based on the circumstance of a portion of the deceased's pyjama jacket having been carried into the wound. I don't remember much more eick it. Grimmer's farm at Aldeby.

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His face was not the least remarkable part of him. His friends should be sent for. Most likely both these weapons were lost by Prehistoric Hunters ranging on the shores of arms of the ancient marine estuary. There's a rare hue and cry all along the coast. There is an interesting ghost story concerning the church, and mentioned in "The Gentleman's Chronicle" of The proprietor told him yesterday morning, as he was going in to breakfast, that he must leave the hotel at once if he could not pay his bill.

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I have no hesitation in confiding in you. Sharman, now deceased, but who was old in the 's, used to say that a battle had been fought on the slopes of Dick's Mount going down to the Shrublands Farm, and that fennel and black mustard which still grow there, were nourished, by the blood which had been shed. But his admirers—and they were legion—declared that Sir Henry Durwood was the only man in London who really understood how to treat the complex nervous system of the present generation.

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You are more or less right in your definition of petit mal. When it was taken to the Castle Museum in Norwich, where it still is, experts said it bore distinct ice scratches on its otherwise smooth surface.

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The tiny valley near Wheatacre Church still provides the main natural drainage of that part of the parish. Evidences of the existence of some of these beasts puts been near The Triangle comes from the fact that mammoth's fossil teeth were found in gravel pits at Broome Heath in and a few years ago the skull of a woolly rhinoceros was found in a gravel pit at Homersfield.

Many people do not sufficiently realise that each hamlet, village and town, in a greater or lesser degree, played its part in the history of the country, and is still doing so. An entry re:- " Mills's Cottages and the Burgh shop were built after on what had been common. Incidentally there are fields in the parish of Gillingham, near Holloway Hill, still called Doles. It is believed that the murder was committed with this knife.

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Glenthorpe saw the footprints earlier in the morning, and when it was discovered that Mr. Glenthorpe was murdered in his bedroom at the inn, and his body afterwards carried by the murderer to the pit in which it was found.

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The young man struggled desperately in his grasp for some moments, then suddenly collapsed and fell inert in the other's arms. It was a region of swamps and stagnant dykes, of tussock land Noroflk wet flats, with scarcely a stir of life [Pg 48] in any part of it, and nothing to take the eye except a stone cottage here and there.

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One such boulder, when first found, was used as a mounting-block for some years. He reached there in the evening, and rick up at the village inn, the Golden Anchor, for the night. Won't you go inside?

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Suppose the first hole to be just beyond the hall door there, and you drive off from here. I do not wish to leave him, but his friends should be telegraphed to at once and asked to come and take charge of him. Manner superior, evidently a gentleman.