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Weston had arrived at Broomhill on Monday evening, and with his wife and daughters was to set off that very day to make a visit to some friends on the way to London.
'As if they learnt all these wild tricks at Broomhill! That excuse will not do, Emily. 'And then they are always worse in the holidays, pleaded Emily. 'Yes, there are reasons to be found for everything that goes wrong; but if you were wise you would look deeper.
"Yes perhaps it would be better to go abroad; Broomhill is wonderful, but you in Paris will be more wonderful than Broomhill even in the days before the flood." "I want to see the Eiffel Tower where they make the lemonade and I want to buy myself something really chick in the way of hats." "Joanna do you know the hat which suits you best?"
I know a story of one who saved her little brother from drowning, and another waked the people when the house was on fire. And when I was at Broomhill, Marianne showed me a story of a young lady who helped to save the Prince, that Prince Charlie that Miss Weston sings about. I wish the Prince of Wales would get into some misfortune I should like to save him.
He grew dreamy with waiting his thoughts seemed to melt into the softness of the day, to be part of the still air and misty sunshine, just as the triple-barned church with its grotesque tower was part.... He could feel the great Marsh stretching round him, the lonely miles of Walland and Dunge and Romney, once the sea's bed, now lately inned for man and his small dwellings, his keepings and his cares, perhaps one day to return to the same deep from which it had come. People said that the bells of Broomhill church drowned in the great floods which had changed the Rother's mouth still rang under the sea. If the sea came to Brodnyx, would Brodnyx bells ring on? And Pedlinge? And Brenzett? And Fairfield? And all the little churches of Thomas
They were by this time at the church door, and as they entered Alethea blamed herself for feeling grieved, and Lily awoke to a sense of her unreasonableness. She longed to tell Alethea how sorry she felt, but she had no opportunity, and she resolved to go to Broomhill the next day to make her confession.
She was driving him by way of Broomhill, for that was another place which had fired his imagination, though to her it too was a tedious hole. Martin could not forget the Broomhill of old days the glamour of taverns and churches and streets lay over the few desolate houses and ugly little new church which huddled under the battered sea-wall.
Emily made her escape, and went to sit with Ada; but Lily and Jane toiled for several hours with Eleanor, till Lily was so heated and wearied that she was obliged to give up a walk to Broomhill, and spend another day without a talk with Alethea. However, she was so patient, ready, and good-humoured, that Eleanor was well pleased with her.
Jane asked, in a mysterious manner, who had been at Broomhill that morning. 'Mr. Mohun, said Marianne. 'What did he go there for? said Jane. 'Alethea says he has some business with mamma. 'Then you did not hear what it was? 'I was not in the room. 'Are you never there when he comes? 'Sometimes. 'And is Alethea there? 'Oh yes! 'His business must be with her too. Cannot you guess it?
"In the year of our Lord twelve hundred and eighty seven the Kentish river changed his mouth, and after swilling out Romney Sands and drowning all the marsh from Honeychild to the Wicks, did make himself a new mouth in Rye Bay, with which mouth he swallowed the fifty taverns and twelve churches of Broomhill, and "
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