Sam Claflin attends the World Premiere of The Riot Club at TIFF [x]
—that woman’s a troublemaker, Sassenach; a gossip and a scold, if not the witch folk say she is—
Obstruction? What’s that? It doesn’t sound like a serious crime.
Ah, well, I suppose it’s whatever the English say it is. Aye, it was near to four years ago now. They put a levy on all the land-holders in the county, sent out small parties of soldiers collecting food, horses for transport, and suchlike. Aye, it was one day in October, Captain Randall came along to our place. My father was away. He’d gone to a funeral. I was up in the fields when I heard shouting.