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• 1away from our tents the large circle of lookers on. An
• 2The sign of one of the village inns, St Peter's Finger,
• 3When George III. and the sun of prosperity shone upon the
• 4us, how should we emerge? Hodge would still go on poaching,
• 5stars and waiting. He had lain thus and there many nights
• 6the Mill, with its pleasant rooms, old-world garden, and
• 7and squint. At the foot of the hill a little one-arched
• 8remains the best description of this spot—well worth
• 9one of our party was unable anywhere to purchase either
• 10thin veneer of civilisation was suddenly ripped away from
• 11No, I never see that, said Gover, shaking his head, nor
• 12manor. The money was collected by the constable, who was
• 13then directed the ray of the little lamp toward the further
• 14bay, which has caused the town to be depicted on the railway
• 15events of The Distracted Preacher take place. Here indeed
• 16way into the pages. Even the pensiveness of the story—the
• 17our tents. They were very civil, and offered us a house;
• 18towering mass of Ring's Hill, crowned by the large oblong
• 19need for Weymouth to[Pg 153] powder and paint herself with
• 20a personage than Admiral Sir Thomas Hardy. He lived here,
• 21the leadership of each to men whom he believed that he
• 22need for Weymouth to[Pg 153] powder and paint herself with
• 23Joanna Phippard. They had two sons, but the captain did
• 24of Poole, Peter Jolliff by name, master of the Sea Adventurer.
• 25Morison had been urging his suit once more that evening,
• 26The statue of King George, which is such an object of ridicule
• 27pier, town, railway station and residences are all in Melcombe
• 28cottages, recalls the spirit of the novel with Overcombe
• 29of the Eurasian. She turned and faced him, threw up both
• 30from them things, and the land is no good without manure.
• 31Mills. Crossing the hills, this narrower road descends
• 32Remedies it is the first meeting-place of Cynthera Graye
• 33the catacombs. Max glanced at the white face of Helen Cumberly,
• 34No, I never see that, said Gover, shaking his head, nor
• 35It is about His victuals. They say that He lives upon human
• 36From Portisham a walk of four miles leads to Abbotsbury,
• 37to peer through the fog ahead, he turned and descended
• 38and in this way Weymouth saved both itself and its name
• 39Barely a stone's-throw apart, they were the most quarrelsome
• 40was certain to be opposed by the other, and not even German
• 41mist seemed to float above the water. This mist had a familiar
• 42and squint. At the foot of the hill a little one-arched
• 43And we heard the drub of Dead-man's Bay, where bones of
• 44for lobster lunches and prawn teas. If we strike inland
• 45to sleep, rose and wandered out into the garden. The Hon.
• 46into Brighton, it was George III. who made Weymouth. Of
• 47north-west of the lonely railway junction. Part of the
• 48breeches of the same hue, unbuttoned at the knees, revealing
• 49she had come to believe, since otherwise he would have
• 50sadness of love unsatisfied—is mellow. The village to-day,