[Springhaven by R. D. Blackmore]@TWC D-Link bookSpringhaven CHAPTER XXIII 12/17
When your great book comes out, we shall have in perfect form all the pile of your discoveries, which you break up into little bits too liberally.
The Blonde on the Pig is like Beauty and the Beast.
If gentle Scuddy rescues her, it won't be by Homer, or Horace, or even holy orders, but by hard tugs and stout seamanship." "With the blessing of the Lord, it shall be done," said the Rector, knocking his pipe out; "and I trust that Providence may see fit to have it done very speedily; for I dread the effect which so many gallant strangers, all working hard and apparently in peril, may produce upon the females of this parish." But the Admiral laughed, and said, "Pooh, pooh!" for he had faith in the maids of Springhaven. For these there was a fine time now in store--young men up and down everywhere, people running in and out with some new news, before they could get their hats on, the kettle to boil half a dozen times a day, and almost as much to see as they could talk of.
At every high-water that came by daylight--and sometimes there were two of them--every maid in the parish was bound to run to the top of a sand-hill high enough to see over the neck of the Head, and there to be up among the rushes all together, and repulse disdainfully the society of lads.
These took the matter in a very different light, and thought it quite a pity and a piece of fickle-mindedness, that they might go the round of crab-pots, or of inshore lug-lines, without anybody to watch them off, or come down with a basket to meet them. For be it understood that the great fishing fleet had not launched forth upon its labours.
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