I thought it was not worth my while to enter as the champion of Miss Oldcastle's sanity.
In the end Oldcastle was burnt for an obstinate heretic (Dec. 1417).
It would be an amazing mare that galloped to the top of Oldcastle Street!
In one Oldcastle had been condemned to death; in both, money was granted.
Opposite Miss Oldcastle's bedroom was another, seldom used, the door of which was now standing open.
In Oldcastle an organist is an organist, recognized as such in the streets.
I have sometimes wondered if Mrs. Oldcastle had any deliberate purpose in this conversation.
He walked in the dark nearly to Oldcastle, and returned about six o'clock.
He did not know what he was coming to when he came to Oldcastle Hall.
About noon, on a lovely autumn day, I set out for Oldcastle Hall.