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BidefordBideford is a small port town on the northern coast of the county of Devon in Great Britain.This area of North Devon was home to the Author Charles Kingsley, and where he based his novel Westward Ho![?], since that novel was published the town of Westward Ho! has grown and was in-fact named after the book. In the 16th century Bideford was Britain's third largest port and it is rumoured that Sir Walter Raleigh landed his first shipment of tobacco there. Today, the narrow town centre streets lead down to the tree lined quay which bustles with fishing vessels, cargo and pleasure boats. Ferry services run from Bideford Quay to the island of Lundy, situated a few miles to sea. that was perforce upturned with kisses. When she was
and flushed, regarding him with narrowed, intent eyes,
not-displeased curiosity, he preferred a request which
but smiling with his eyes to show the tenderness
for dinner this evening, and if we dined in the little
of the big.html">big place?"
"Why, not at all, if you wish it, "she answered
of the necessity to arrange a sequence among his thoughts.
but I couldn't see.html">see it clearer if I'd thought it out for
didn't know it. But anyhow, I see my way straight ahead.
It makes another man.html">man of me, just to think about it.
and by God! I'm going to do it!"
She beheld in his face, as she scrutinized it, a stormy
reasserting itself through the mask of torpor which this
were somehow grown larger still; they dominated the
It was the visage of a conqueror--of a man gathering
energies, insensibilities, audacities of a beast of prey.
before the frank barbarism of power in the look he bent
to be re/read.html">read in this look; there was in it a reservation
for her special self. He might tear down with his claws,
would shelter and defend and love with all his strength.
smiled up at him.
"What is it you're going to do?" she asked him, mechanically.
incongruous in the statement. To look at him, as he
self-confidence, it appeared not easy to say what would
good-fellowship than he had ever heard in her voice before.
understand the--the precise connection of morning-dress
pleased comprehension of the spirit in which she took him.
don't fit at all with ceremony, and that big barn of a room,
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