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The Drakestone. E-book. Formato PDF Oliver Onions - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
Among the commoner sort of folk, both of the town and the country, with whom my tale has to do, you will rarely find the word "belong" used as others use it; so that when it was said that the Yewdales had not originally "belonged to" the land you are to understand that what was meant was that the Yewdales had not originally owned it That later they did own it, and, as I believe, legally enough, was beyond dispute; yet there were the two meanings to the word, and of the two to take it literally was the better. And since these Yewdales, who did not belong to the land either in appearance or nature, are better worth talking about than the Drakes, who did (of whom I am one), I will set down here in the beginning the most that can be said for these latter, and so have done with it.By inherent right of Intake, part at least of the land should have remained Drakes' land, for the first John Drake - to begin somewhere, though he may have been the tenth of his line for all anybody now knows - had taken it from the barren moor.
The Compleat Bachelor. E-book. Formato PDF Oliver Onions - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
Molly Chatterton says Loring says you never go to a club if you can have tea With a married woman.
Mushroom Town. E-book. Formato PDF Oliver Onions - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
There you are: Llanyglo. You see it from up here almost as the gulls and razorbills see it. The bay's a fine curve, isn't it 2 rather like a strongly blown kite string; and the Promenade's nearly two miles long. But as you see, the town doesn't go very far back. From the Imperial there to the railway station and the gasometers at the back isn't much more than half a mile; the town seems to press down to the front just as the horses draw the bathing-vans down to the tide. Shall we sit down? Here's a boulder. It's chipped all over with initials, of course; so are the benches, and even the turf; but you'd wonder that there was a bit of wood or stone or turf left at all if you saw the crowds that come here when the Wakes are on. It's odd that you should never see anybody actually cutting them. Some of them must have taken an hour or two with a hammer and chisel, but I've been up here count less times and never seen anybody at it yet.