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Bridetown clustered in its elms far below; then the land rose again to protect the hamlet from the south; and beyond stretched the blue line of the Channel. The men sat here and smoked, while Estelle hunted for flowers and feathers. She came back to them presently with a bee orchis. "For you," she said, and gave it to Raymond. "What the dickens is it?" he asked, and she told him.

Sarah related events at Bridetown. "You've heard, of course, about the goings on? Mister Ironsyde don't marry Sabina, and her mother wants to have the law against him; but though Sabina's in a sad state and got to be watched, she won't have the law. We only hear scraps about it, because Nancy Buckler, her great friend, is under oath of secrecy.

The white gulls float aloft; the village elms are moulded by Zephyr with sure and steady breath. Of forestal size and unstunted, yet they turn their backs, as it were, upon the west and, yielding to that unsleeping pressure, incline landward. The trees stray not far. They congregate in an oasis about Bridetown, then wend away through valley meadows, but leave the green hills bare.

The ebb and flow forget not the closest or remotest connection between members of the human family; not a friendship or interest stands still, and not a love or a hate. Time operates upon every human emotion as it operates upon physical life; and ten years left no single situation at Bridetown or Bridport unchallenged.

You'll stop work then and live not at Bridetown anyway." "I was forgetting. It will be funny not to spin." "You'll spin my happiness and my life and my fate and my children. You'll have plenty of spinning. I'll spin for you and you'll spin for me." "You darling boy! I know you'll spin for me." "Work! What's the good of working for yourself?" he asked. "Who the devil cares about himself?

"Just this: they say you promised to marry a mill girl at Bridetown and the usual sort of thing and, knowing you, I told them it was a lie." The young man uttered a scornful ejaculation. "Tell them to mind their own business," he said. "Good heavens what a storm in a teacup it is! They couldn't bleat louder if I'd committed a murder."

There was a cricket luncheon at 'The Tiger' when Bridport played its last match for the season against Axminster. The western township had won the first encounter, and Bridport much desired to cry quits over the second. Raymond played on this occasion, and though he failed, the credit of Bridetown was worthily upheld by Nicholas Roberts, the lathe-worker.

He threw the blame on her mother. Once out of Bridetown things would settle down; and if his brother came to his senses and asked him to return, he would make it a condition that he worked henceforth at Bridport. A feeling of hatred for Bridetown mastered him.

He might ask Raymond to lunch, or tea, and give him a serious talking to. He'll know what to say." "He's too mild and easy. It will go in at one ear and come out of the other," prophesied Daniel. But none the less he called on Mr. Churchouse when next at Bridetown. The old man had just received a parcel by post and was elated. "A most interesting work sent to me from 'A Well Wisher," he said.

She was a woman from Bridport, lured to Bridetown by increase of wages. John, who was a man of enthusiasms, turned to Estelle. "The best spinner that ever came to Bridetown," he whispered. "Better than Sabina Dinnett?" she asked; and Best declared that she was.