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Updated: June 25, 2025
Nearly a thousand feet above the fertile valley of the Youle, stretched a waste of moorland. Here all the trees were gnarled and dwarfed above the patches of rust-coloured bracken; save only the delicate silver birch, which swayed and yielded to the wind.
From Brawnton the coach still ran once a week for the benefit of the outlying villages, and the single line of rail which threaded the valley of the Youle in the year 1900 was still a novelty to the inhabitants of this unfrequented part of Devon.
John suddenly realized how very, very limited her experiences had been, and wondered less at the almost childish simplicity which characterized her, and which in no way marred her natural graciousness and dignity. Lady Mary did not observe his silence, because her own thoughts were busy with a scene which memory had painted for her, and far away from the moonlit valley of the Youle.
Whats thy misfortune? Bel. Alas, my mother has crost her in her affection as she did us. Bon. She shall Crosse ours no more. Belisia, if youle Be ruld by me you shall away with me; None but you sister shall be privy to it, And sheele keepe Councell. Bel. Ile goe any whither To enjoy thy presence; theres no heaven without it. Bon.
I shall expect youle hunt with me i'th morning; I have a pack of Doggs sent me will make The Forrest ring. Fra. Ile cheerefully attend you, I love the sport; as earlie as you please, Sir. Ri. I wish wee had all pleasures to delight you, But no thing wants in my true love to serve you. Fra. Yet I must cuckold him; I cannot helpe it. Act the Third. Enter Thomas with Sir Richards bootes. Tho. Sir.
The woods of Barracombe stretched upwards to the skyline of the ridge behind the house, and were intersected by winding paths, bordered by hardy fuchsias and delicate ferns. A rushing stream dropped from height to height on its rocky course, and ended picturesquely and usefully in a waterfall close to the village, where it turned an old mill-wheel before disappearing into the Youle.
Amazement leave me: is he living? Sir Hu. Are we deluded? Tim. Lady. Who? Clariana? Thu. With your leave, reverend father. Cla. Which we beg With hearty sorrow, if we have transgresd Our duty to you. Sir Hu. I am happie to see so blesd a period. Sir Gef. Ha, ha, widdow, are you come of thus, widdow? You may thanke me: I hope youle have me now, widdow. Lady.
There was a soft mist of heat; the long-delayed spring coming suddenly, after storms of cold rain and gales of wind had swept the Youle valley. Two days' powerful sunshine had excited the buds to breaking, and drawn up the tender blades of young grass from the soaked earth.
It was very, very wide, and the steps were low and easy to mount, but there were so many of them before one reached the first floor. For a few seconds mamma hesitated and stood there gazing at them, her arms hanging down in despair. "Stay down here, Youle," said my aunt, "and I will go up." "No, no," replied my mother in a sorrowful voice.
Old Timothy meanwhile continued to cultivate the land undisturbed, disdaining newfangled ideas of gentility, and adhering in all ways to the customs of his father. Presently, soldier and farmer also passed away, and were laid to rest side by side on the banks of the Youle, in the shadow of the square-towered church.
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