Bracknell, for instance, was the name of the country estate where the mother of Oscar's titled little catamite summered.
[Bedford in Bracknell's lowest register]: Oh, don't listen to him.
Still, not to mention Shelley's wife, there was Bracknell, at any rate.
The letter of despair was dated from Bracknell, on 16th March, 1814.
Bracknell nodded his understanding of the situation, and then remarked.
In his heart Bracknell knew that this answer was a mere evasion.
We did not find the dead man whom Mr. Bracknell averred he saw.
Bracknell laughed savagely, but the next moment there came an intervention.
They looked at one another and Bracknell was the first to break the silence.
Mr. Bracknell, do you know that there was a sledge in the wood to the left of that path?
