Wednesday, 24.--l walked round the old Abbey, which, both with regard to its size
(being, I judge, a hundred yards long) and the workmanship of it, is one of the finest, if not
the finest, ruin in the kingdom. Hence we rode to Robin Hood's Bay, where I preached at
six in the Lower Street, near the quay. In the midst of the sermon a large cat, frightened out
of a chamber, leaped down upon a woman's head, and ran over the heads or shoulders of
many more; but none of them moved or cried out any more than if it had been a butterfly.
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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