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id: 22485
title: Devon, Its Moorlands, Streams and Coasts
author: Northcote, Rosalind
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  years later they again besieged Exeter, but this time it held out great Shower, as the like, for the Time, had not been seen many years St Peter''s Church in Exeter by the King on one hand and the Queen on the Sir Gawen, who was in Exeter about this time, thought it best to return waye.'' Sir Gawen was arrested a few days later, and suffered a long not much more than one hundred years later it passed away from Sir took place in a long panelled room, with deep-set window, then called The river runs into the sea by the charming little town of Budleigh Sir John Drake, and here she returned when the Civil War was just ended, There is a fine picture of the Lord High Treasurer, by Sir Peter Lely, Some years later Edward I, now King, sent a second pardon to Sir Henry


id: 34000
title: Rachel Ray
author: Trollope, Anthony
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  "I know she is going into Baslehurst after tea," said Mrs. Ray, "Rachel has not come home yet, of course?" said Mrs. Prime. "You talked about going away and leaving us," said Mrs. Ray, speaking "Mrs. Tappitt is going to give a party at the brewery," said Rachel, midst of one of the family conferences; "Augusta said that Mrs. Butler Cornbury would not like to meet Rachel Ray; but she is going "By-the-by," said Mrs. Cornbury, "what a nice girl Rachel Ray has he looked at his watch, and started off on his walk to Bragg''s End. It has been said that Rowan had not made up his mind to ask Rachel "He''d be sure to know it," said Mrs. Rowan, speaking of the young man any of those evil things which had been said about Rachel by Mrs. Tappitt. "I could not make Mr. Comfort come any sooner, Rachel," said Mrs. Ray.


id: 36967
title: A West Country Pilgrimage
author: Phillpotts, Eden
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  rounded under forest of golden green oak and beech; while beneath them a this distance, masses in pure, cold grey beneath the glow of these great and valley, the modelling of the roof-tree, the walls and the great vanished century when the legions flashed where now the great trees a great green cup, whose slopes are crowned with fir and beech, whose begin to move and the old grey house broods, like a sentient thing, upon Upon this seaward-facing headland the great cliffs slope outward like great fortresses were piled by many thousands of busy hands, yet time of a little river grows great and bulks large to imagination. opens, and great rocks come kissing close, an arch of stone carries his this haunt of Pan. Upon one great rock in the open, with its grey face to the south-west The sky shone blue by the time I reached the old cross and weak sunlight


id: 38521
title: A Drake by George!
author: Trevena, John
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  "Call Nellie and tell her to put Miss Sophy to bed," ordered Mrs. Drake. Nellie, quick!" cried the lady; for Miss Yard had got away from her "Miss Yard won''t live for ever either," said George, more confidently. When are you going to your station?" asked Mrs. Drake, while Miss Yard looked up plaintively and wanted to know what she "Nellie," said George heavily, "it is frivolous conduct like this which There is no mention of Miss Yard," said George firmly. "Mrs. Drake said to me a lot of times it wur to go to Miss Sophy." "Mr. George is sure to ask vor it," said Bessie, moving slowly towards "Best tell Mr. George a gentleman wants to see ''en," said Kezia, when "Mrs. Drake said I wur to look after Miss Sophy," muttered Kezia. "I think you ought to wait until Miss Yard comes back," said George, who


id: 43061
title: In the West Country
author: Knight, Francis A. (Francis Arnold)
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  Its rightful lords themselves were, in the good old days, little twilight is full of the sound of the sea--"low at times, and loud night is brooding on this quaint old village, the song of the sea birds spread their beautiful wings, wheel round the house, and old bird on her nest of rushes under the bank, her dark figure meadow sails a dark, hawk-like figure, swift and silent, heaped over the old sea-wall, there stands a solitary cottage. Many a time has the old wall given way; never, perhaps, Each point of vantage on the hills has its time-worn lines of old little place out of the sunshine, a hollow walled half way round three little odd owl-like figures; while the old birds, their [Illustration: A GREY OLD HOUSE BY THE SEA.] nears the low horizon, and the grey grass of the old sea wall is


id: 43758
author: Unknown
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  Trains due at North Road Station, Plymouth, between mid-day and eight There was a heavy fall of snow on the night of Monday, and on train on Monday night was snowed up at Lidford, but the passengers were engine of the train when we left was completely covered with snow, After cutting through the snow for some miles the train reached Road Station when it encountered a drift of snow fully twenty feet Plymouth at five o''clock on Monday night and should have reached train had left Redruth at about ten o''clock on Monday night--an hour Snow fell there from Monday afternoon to Wednesday morning. passengers by the 6·50 P.M. snowed-up train from Plymouth on Monday Monday night became embedded in a deep snow-drift. nine o''clock on Monday night, when the down-train, due at Plymouth at As early as the Tuesday morning following the storm of Monday night,

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  The Blizzard in the West Being as Record and Story of the Disastrous Storm which Raged Throughout Devon and Cornwall, and West Somerset, On the Night of March 9th, 1891


id: 44738
title: Devonshire
author: Knight, Francis A. (Francis Arnold)
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  Devonshire is a county in the extreme south-west of England, occupying Devonshire there is evidence, in raised sea-beaches, and, near Torquay, Black Down, six miles due south, reaching 930 feet; the Great Haldons, south-west of Exeter, 817 feet high; and Dumpdon Hill, about two miles border, near the source of the Tamar, flows south-west for nearly half shore; and the sea runs twenty feet deep over the once great shipping the alterations that have taken place on the south coast of Devonshire, over 200 miles of warmed water, has, by the time it reaches Devonshire, Devonshire is the south-east coast. Devonshire is fourteenth among the English counties, producing little The importance of Devonshire sea-ports brought the county into great Every Devonshire town of importance, a great Not one of the famous houses of Devonshire is entirely, or even in great county near Axminster, runs to Plymouth, especially serving the south


id: 45038
title: Perlycross: A Tale of the Western Hills
author: Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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  "You know Jemmy Fox pretty well, I think?" Dr. Gronow took a seat upon step)--"talking about doctors, I think it very likely that my old friend the two little dears, Master Michael, and Miss Fay. And by accident, of course, Sergeant Jakes had just dropped in. to my heart, though it felt like lead, to see three old Officers come "The first thing I saw, when I came back by south-gate, was a young man, "You must look it in the face, like a man, of course; though it is "Young man, you are sure," said Mr. Penniloe, placing his hand upon thought it was her mother coming--her eyes met those of the young man, Fox does not look at all like an old frump; though your poor mother of it long ago;" said Mrs. Fox, looking resolutely at Sir Henry "I am a sensible man, Jemmy Fox. I know a noble thing, when I see it.


