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Updated: June 9, 2025
Here in the gloom lay bales and stacks of raw material. Italy, Russia, India, had sent their scutched hemp and tow to Bridetown. Some was in the rough; the dressed line had already been hackled and waited in bundles of long hemp composed of wisps, or 'stricks' like horses' tails.
"I'm afraid we mustn't hope for that; but we can both urge him to come. He may." "I will compose a very special letter to him," said Mr. Churchouse. "How's your rheumatism?" "Better, if anything." In the warping shed Mercy Gale plied her work. It was a separate building adjoining the stores at Bridetown Mill and, like them, impregnated with the distinctive, fat smell of flax and hemp.
In her leisure she does braiding at home, as many of the girls do." "She's jolly handsome," declared Raymond. "She's chucked away in a place like this." "D'you mean 'The Magnolias'?" asked the elder mildly. "No, not 'The Magnolias' particularly, but Bridetown in general." "And why should Bridetown be denied the privilege of numbering a beautiful girl amongst its population?"
"Sit down and have some tea," said Mrs. Northover. "I've took a hasty cup," he answered, "but could very well do with another." "And how's Mister Roberts, Sarah?" asked her aunt. "Fine. He's playing in a cricket match to-day Bridetown against Chilcombe. They've asked him to play for Bridport since Mister Raymond saw him bowl. He's very pleased about it." "Teetotal, isn't he?" asked Mr. Job.
He had worked hard, traversed all the ground and left the people under no shadow of doubt as to his opinions. Bridetown was for him; West Haven and Bridport were said to be largely in his favour, but the outlying agricultural district inclined towards his rival. Raymond had, however, been at great pains to win the suffrage of the farmers, and his last meeting was on their account.
There were no relations from afar to be considered, and no need for funeral baked meats in the dead man's house. When all was ended and only old William Baggs stood by the grave and watched the sextons fill it, a small company walked together up the hill north of Bridetown. Daniel went first with Mr. Churchouse, and behind them followed Miss Jenny Ironsyde with a man and a child.
They left Bridetown, passed through a white fog on the water-meadows and presently climbed to the cliffs and pursued their way westward. Now the sun was over the sea and the Channel gleamed and flashed under a wakening, westerly breeze. To West Haven they came, where the cliffs break and the rivers from Bridport flow through sluices into the little harbour.
I've got plenty on my mind without thinking about him. He's going to rue the day he treated me as he has done. I'll bring him and Bridetown Mill to the gutter, yet." "Don't, don't, please. I thought you felt last time we were talking about him " "Drop him don't mention his name to me I won't hear it. If you want me to go on with my life with self-respect, then keep his name out of my life.
Give me a chance to be a good father to him. Your word is law with him, and if you left Bridetown and took him away from all the rumours and unkind things he may hear here, it would let his mind grow empty of me for a few years; and then, when he's older and more sensible, I think I could win him." "You want us away from this place." "I do.
If one lives in a hole like Bridetown, one must expect one's affairs to be common property." "And if they are, what does it matter as long as they are all straightforward? I never care a button what anybody says about me, because I know they can't say anything true that is up against me; and as to lies, they don't matter." "And d'you think I care what they say about me?" "Rather not.
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