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