Blackmore tossed his shovel out of the hole and climbed stiffly up after it before he replied.
That, Harte hints, is the achievement of scribblers like Blackmore (p. 12).
Some of them are preserved in the Blackmore Museum at Salisbury.
At that table Blackmore would have had the precedence of Gray.
Harold Frederic suggested Blackmore as the possible fountain head.
The reader sees that these two worthies can be none other than Arbuthnot and Blackmore.
Blackmore looked to the trim of the boat carefully before shoving off, putting her down a bit more by the stern it seemed to me.
The tree has received literary honour in Blackmore's Christowell.
To my paralysed brain, the Blackmore case is like an endless algebraical problem propounded by an insane mathematician.
Luckily, both Blackmore and his burly boatman were men of action.