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His station is very near the Last House in England, at Land's End a tea place kept by Mrs. E. James. "What is that out there?" exclaimed a stranger, suddenly. "Looks like part of a boat." "That," declared Oddy, "is the Shark's Fin a rock." True enough, the rock of that name might have at times been a giant fish or a wrecked submarine.
Besides, the country is somewhat remote. Mayhap when a railway runs into it, which will doubtless be the case before many years pass by, we shall see knights of the brush pitching their white tents on the Land's End; meanwhile we have a few promising young men of our own who bid fair to rival the great Opie himself. You have heard of him, of course?"
The wind was not strong enough to permit the passage of the Needles, so at midnight we succeeded in wearing back again into the channel, around the Isle of Wight. A head wind forced us to tack away towards the shore of France. We were twice in sight of the rocky coast of Brittany, near Cherbourg, but the misty promontory of Land's End was our last glimpse of the old world.
Her idle prayer that her own land's commonplace sordidness might be obscured by the glamour of Old World romance came back to her; she had been in touch with an adventure that was certainly proving fruitful of diversion. The coup de théâtre by which Armitage had taken the place of his servant had amused her for a moment; but she was vexed and angry now that he had dared come again to the house.
"'No, Loreny, he says, 'I ain't. "'Land's sakes! I says, 'do you mean to say you can be two things at once in religion, as well as bein' Shakespeare and Doc Weaver? "'Yes, Loreny, he says. 'The spirit has got to be somewheres between the times it has got a body, he says, 'That stands to reason.
"Well, you wouldn't, you know," growled Billy. Lydia and Ma Norton looked up, startled at his tone. "For the land's sake, Billy, why not?" exclaimed Ma. "Because, Lydia's getting too big now to do these hired girl stunts. It was bad enough when she was little. But folks'll never forget 'em and always think of her as a hired girl if she keeps on." Lydia gasped and turned scarlet.
Confidence established, the village agreed after much solemn debate to supply eggs, chickens, milk, and vegetables at prices doubtless in excess of those prevailing in the country markets, but quite low enough for Europeans. This little corner of the world, close to the meeting of the Atlantic and Mediterranean waters, epitomises in its own quiet fashion the story of the land's decay.
Between this town and St. Burien, a town midway between it and the Land's End, stands a circle of great stones, not unlike those at Stonehenge, in Wiltshire, with one bigger than the rest in the middle.
"By their king's word to redress their complaints." "And banish my queen?" "Heaven forbid that man should part those whom God has joined," returned Warwick. "Not my lady, your queen, but my lady's kindred." "Rivers is dead, and gallant John," said Edward, sadly; "is not that enough for revenge?" "It is not revenge that we require, but pledges for the land's safety," answered Warwick.
Kettle had intended to make a Channel port, but a gale hustled him north round Land's End, "and you see," he said to Dayton-Philipps, "what I get for not being sufficiently trustful. The old girl's papers are made out to Cardiff, and here we are pushed round into the Bristol Channel. By James! look, there's a tug making up to us. Thing like that makes you feel homey, doesn't it, sir?"
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