Chatterton has spent much of his life acting and writing for community theater.
Chatterton had "perished in his pride" nearly ten years before.
This rested on Chatterton's Hill, some distance in front of the main line.
He was a simple-minded man, and was completely taken in by the Chatterton forgeries, and for some time strenuously defended them.
I did not, sir, apply it to a gentleman; I applied it to Mr Chatterton.
But Chatterton was not considering the weather; he glanced at the clock before he turned toward the owner of Culmeny.
I'm Mr Chatterton, sir; and now, out with your writ—whose suit?
Chatterton at once became moody and distrait when his tête-à-tête with Bryda was at an end.
In the meantime, I will go to Chatterton, and take all necessary precautions.
Last, but far most striking of all the haunts of Chatterton, is that muniment room over the north porch.