Lorna Doone [antikvár]

Chapter I If anybody cares to read a simple tale told simply, I John Ridd, of the parish of Oare, in the county of Somerset, yeoman and churchwarden, have seen and had a share in some doings of this neighbourhood which, God helping me, I will now relate. My father, John Ridd the elder, being a great admirer of learning and well able to write his name, sent me his only son to be schooled at Tiverton, in the county of Devon. In that town there is a worthy grammar school, the largest in the west of England, founded in the year 1604 by Master Peter Blundell of Tiverton, clothier. I was a strong boy and won many fights and was doing well at my lessons in the first form of the upper school when, at the age of twelve, I was called away from learning and this was how it happened: Another boy and I were having a fight after school when, not from the way of Taunton, but from the side of