But Thrand of Colchester lives yet, being port reeve of his own town under Egil, my good friend.
Mrs. Beard (the captain's name was Beard) came from Colchester to see the old man.
For the more effectual making of baize, in Colchester and other parts of Great Britain.
No wonder Mrs. Colchester wouldn't let the old man give her up.
The stamp had been found some years previously at Colchester, a well-known and extensive Roman colonial station.
Anyway, that's the answer they both made to Mrs. Colchester's question at tea-time.
The Colchester had been a rough, flat-bottomed craft, with neither shape nor comeliness about her.
They were lunching at Colchester when these amorous chapters were reached.
In the alternative she ought to have hired a safe-opening expert or a burglar from Colchester.
I found that she knew many officers at Chelmsford and Colchester.