The Last Chronicle of Barset

cheque for twenty pounds, which he was said to have stolen out of a pocket-book left or dropped in his house, and to have passed as money into the hands of one Fletcher, a butcher of Silverbridge, to whom he was indebted. Mr. Crawley was in those days the perpetual curate of Hogglestock, a parish in the northern extremity of East Barsetshire; a man known by all who knew anything of him to be very poor,--an unhappy, moody, disappointed man

Theft accusation, poverty, and moody curate are named in one breath — the scandal engine that drives commission, romance, and clearance — so plot scores 92.

It is declared that a good wife is a crown to her husband, but Mrs. Crawley had been much more than a crown to him. As had regarded all the inner life of the man,--all that portion of his life which had not been passed in the pulpit or in pastoral teaching,--she had been crown, throne, and sceptre all in one.

Wife as crown/throne/sceptre individuates the Crawleys before the commission — against Proudie power and Grantly pride — so cast scores 91.

I've known the City now for more than ten years, Mr. Crosbie, and I never knew money to be so tight as it is at this moment. The best commercial bills going can't be done under nine, and any other kind of paper can't so much as get itself looked at." Thus spoke Mr. Musselboro.

Mid-book City tightness dilates the Hogglestock line — serial breadth that slows the cheque mystery — so pace scores 84.

You go whome, Master Crawley, and think o' that, and maybe it'll do ye a good yet. It's dogged as does it. It ain't thinking about it." Then Giles Hoggett withdrew his hand from the clergyman's, and walked away towards his home at Hoggle End. Mr. Crawley also turned homewards, and as he made his way through the lanes, he repeated to himself Giles Hoggett's words.

Dialect proverb entering the clergyman's lanes-walk — plain speech made moral method — so prose scores 90.

"I can never bring myself to believe it, John," said Mary Walker, the pretty daughter of Mr. George Walker, attorney of Silverbridge. Walker and Winthrop was the name of the firm, and they were respectable people, who did all the solicitors' business that had to be done in that part of Barsetshire on behalf of the Crown, were employed on the local business of the Duke of Omnium who is great in those parts

Crown work, Duke of Omnium local business, Silverbridge firm — Barset as legal-social map — so world scores 91.

"I can never bring myself to believe it, John," said Mary Walker, the pretty daughter of Mr. George Walker, attorney of Silverbridge.

Disbelief named before facts — gossip as narrative ignition — so hook scores 90.

It's dogged as does it. It ain't thinking about it." Then Giles Hoggett withdrew his hand from the clergyman's, and walked away towards his home at Hoggle End.

Brickmaker ethic as clerical survival method — persistence over introspection as structural theme — so innov scores 89.

To them all I now say farewell. That I have been induced to wander among them too long by my love of old friendships, and by the sweetness of old faces, is a fault for which I may perhaps be more readily forgiven, when I repeat, with some solemnity of assurance, the promise made in my title, that this shall be the last chronicle of Barset.

Authorial farewell seals Harding's stone and series promise — chronicle that knows it ends — so ending scores 93.