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Updated: June 22, 2025
From the vale where the Branscombe pours its clear waters through rough masses of shingle into the sea the ground to the east rises steeply to a height of nearly five hundred feet; the cliff is thus not nearly so high as many another, but it has features of peculiar interest.
The views ahead, which include the striking conical peak called "Creech Barrow," are of increasing beauty, and when we approach the break between the long range of Knowle Hill and Branscombe Hill, the strikingly fine picture of Corfe Castle filling the gap makes an unforgettable scene.
"Now, old fellow," I said, "we'll call bygones bygones, and maybe you'll let us see a little more of you than we've been doing lately." "You mean Rosalie, of gourse," he said, snapping the words like a mad dog. "Yes, Rosalie," I said. "Gaptain Branscombe," he said, his face convulsed with passion, "that gossumate liar and hybocrite has made such a thing impossible.
What was Branscombe to her, I returned with indifference; and what did it matter what any stranger thought of it? "But it is my home!" she answered, looking hurt at my careless words. "I was born there, and married there, and have always lived at Branscombe with my people until my husband got work in this place; then we had to leave home and come and live in this cottage."
The coast at Branscombe is wildly beautiful, and an interesting ramble may be taken at low tide among the masses of rock that form a sort of undercliff; the miniature valleys between are carpeted with rare and beautiful flowers. It is not practicable to continue by the shore except at the expenditure of much exertion.
"Except that I did not mention the names of the other two culprits," said Mr Branscombe. "My son did not even name them to me." "Munger was not so particular. He says Clipstone suggested the affair, and assisted Branscombe to carry it out; while he himself held the light and helped drag Mr Bickers into the boot-box. That was what I had come to report to you now, sir," added he to the head-master.
"Lieutenant Branscombe says will you step down and join us for a few minutes, Mr Lindon." "Does he want me, sir?" "Only to partake of a little refreshment this thirsty night." "That's right," cried. Rodd. "You go on down with uncle. I'll see that your lads have plenty." "Er er no grog, please," said the middy hastily. "Not a drop, honour bright," said Rodd, laughing.
In fact, ever since Bickers came in here the other night and thrashed one of our fellows, the two houses have been at daggers drawn." "So Branscombe said. He didn't seem to care about coming in with me. I asked him." "I don't wonder. Some of the young fools down there would give him a hot reception for no other reason than that he belongs to Bickers's house."
Here, in the hand of the chief offender himself, was a pictorial record of that grievous outrage, and here, denounced, by himself in letters of Greek, were the names for which all the school had suffered. The Master of the Shell seemed to be in a dream. Branscombe and Clipstone, the head prefects of Bickers's own house I and Munger, the ill-conditioned toady of Railsford's!
"Never mind, we got the mile, and that was the crackest thing of all. We had to beat Smedley and Branscombe, both only Branscombe he's Bickers's prefect didn't run it out last week. Smedley's time was 4.50. Ainger and Stafford ran for us; and Ranger was put on the track with 200 yards start to force the pace. "Stafford was out of it easily; but Ranger stuck to it like a Trojan.
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