Quotes About Manor

Lympne Castle opens its doors to visitors during the summer only. It is privately owned, and more an interesting medieval manor than a castle.

The Duke of Newcastle, as lord of the Manor of Worksop, was entitled to supply a glove for the sovereign's right hand and to support that hand when Elizabeth clasped the royal sceptre. Unfortunately, the duke had gone off to live in Rhodesia in 1948, and he showed no inclination to come back for the day.

I'm now the Lord of the Brighton Manor.

The whole area, manor house, Clink, all eighteen brothels and the handsome profits therefrom, belonged to and was ruled by the bishop.

Baskerville Expedition House

The Reeve collects the rents and taxes which those who dwell on the manor must pay to my uncle regularly for their housing and farms — and for other privileges such as the right to collect firewood in the forest.

I turned to Death. "Then where is El Diablo? If he sits upon Lucifer's knee, shouldn't he be at Death's right hand?" "He lives in the guardhouse," Lark muttered. "Not allowed in the manor." I gave Death a sympathetic look. "Housebreaking ogres is such a bitch, am I right?

I'd promised Grayson secrecy, but this was Hawthorne House. Most of the occupants were far too clever for their own good—or anyone else's.

Arcane House she was highly unlikely to

When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true, too. She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been

When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen.

In the cold and snow-rich Silesian winters, there were hour-long rides on Sundays in horse-drawn sleighs to my maternal grandparent's farm to have lunch and to spend the afternoon. The house was a magnificent 18th-century manor house in the nearby Altgabel with a great hall that was decorated with hunting trophies.

what were my impressions upon viewing for the first time the manor where you'd had me brought? My initial thought was "Toad Hall." This was, of course, an inadequate comparison but the best I could muster considering the limited number of books I'd read that centered on soaring Gothic structures. (As a boy, I went nine pages into The Hunchback of Notre Dame before realizing it wasn't a football story.)

Much as you joke about it, it wouldn't do for anyone to find you here. My brothers are unpredictable, and Gran might just chase you around the manor with her cane.

I have a problem with capitalism, in it's extreme sense. At the same time communism, I have a problem with that, because every man must feel like a lord in his own manor.

Our ancestral home is Blackwood Manor, an august if not overblown house in the grandest Greek Revival Style, replete with enormous and dizzying Corinthian columns, an immense structure on high ground.

A minor fief had risen up against their cruel and avaricious lord, with hundreds of people surrounding his Manor house, threatening to burn it to the ground. The panicked nobleman's message for help was answered by the arrival of a single Ranger. Aghast, the nobleman confronted the solitary cowled figure. 'They sent one Ranger?' he said incredulously. 'One man?' 'How many riots do you have?' the Ranger replied.

Nora, biting her lip, pointed at the small end table on my right, where there was a black-and-white photograph in an antique silver frame. It was Olivia standing with her husband, Knightly, probably some twenty years ago. They had their arms around each other, posing beside an antique Bentley in front of a colossal country manor. They looked happy, but, of course, that didn't say much. Everyone smiles for a photograph.

Mistress Allen was only an ordinary provincial manor lady, bent on nothing more sinister than retrieving money of which she felt defrauded, and in the process either quarreling with or using people.

Let us have a little more brandy,' the doctor said, 'and I will tell you the story of Hill House.

A lot of people have it - that fantasy of being lord or lady of the manor, either in the present or at some time in history.

Sebastian Holt-Carey: future sixth Viscount Holt-Carey. The lord of the manor. Quick-witted and bighearted, with a taste for glam and goth and boys who liked glam and goth.

Blane Montague at the latter's country manor, Fountains

I've begun to nestle down for the winter in my sumptuous new setting in Canandaigua, New York, truly celebrating the remarkable turn my life has taken. How very surprising it is, for often through my growing-up years, I had fantasized about the ways of Englischers—non-Amish folk—secretly wishing I could taste just a sip of what I might be missing. And here I am: Mistress of Mayfield Manor.