Wyvern Mystery by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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Well, Mrs Tom Lea. Don't mind. I shot Need her help, and I'm not a bit afraid. So pray. Go on. Well, you see, man, this place and the house came into the family. My grandmother used to say more than 100 years ago, and I was a little thing when I used to hear a safe. So and there's many a year added to the tail since then, but it was in the days of Sir Harry Fairfield. They called him Harry Boots. In his day, boy was never seen except in his boots. And for the matter of that, seldom out of the saddle, for there was troubles in them days a militia and yeoman, re and dear knows were all on the Fairfield's was ever a bold dare devil stock and them dangerous times answered them well. On what with Dragoon in And what with the aunt in field, I do suppose his foot was seldom out of the stirrup. So my grandmother told me some called in booted Fairfield on DME or called a merry boots. That was Sir Harry Fairfield of them days. I think I've seen his picture, haven't I? But why? Ivan It's in the hall at the far end, from the door near the window with a long wig in a lace Croat and a great steel breastplate inquired Alice. Like enough, Miss ma'am. I mean, I don't know, I'm sure. But it was a great man in his time on would have his picture took no doubt his wife was a car. Well, an heiress. There's not a car well in this country now, nor for many a day as being tow a. She brought Karwell Grange in the Vale a car well to the Fairfield's poor thing. Pretty, she wass. Her picture was never took toe. Why then, on much gooder land and houses and good looks? Donner. The Fairfield was wild folk. I don't say there wasn't good among them, but whoever else they wass good, too. They were seldom kind to Their wives aren't bad husbands. They wass that Sure, Alice smiled and stirred the fire quietly, but did not interrupt. And as the storey went on, she sighed. They say she was very lonesome ear. Well, it is a lonesome place, you know, awful lonesome on. Always the same for all folks like me. It doesn't matter. But young bloods different, you know, and they like to see the world a bit and talk and hear what's afoot. Beit fun or change or what? No. And she was very lonesome, moping about the old garden, planting flowers or plucking roses all to herself or crying in the window while Ari boots was away with his excuses. Now, with this saga in and now with the gowns and truly were worse manners, if all were out, so not twice in a year was his face. And so Mary Boots, they called him. Seen down here on this pretty lady was sick and sore and forsaken down in her own loan. So mouse by the veil, a car, well, where I'm telling you this. Alice smiled and nodded in sign of attention.