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Chapter 1. Bullhampton

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in number, who visit it perhaps four times a year for the purposes of trade, and who are known as commercial gentlemen. Bullhampton is seventeen miles from Salisbury, eleven from M

tself into many streamlets, and there is a district called the Water Meads, in which bridges are more frequent than trustworthy, in which there are hundreds of little sluice-gates for regulating the irrigation, and a growth of grass which is a source of much anxiety and considerable trouble to the farmers. There is a water-mill here, too, very low, with ever a floury, mealy look, with a pasty look often, as the flour becomes damp with the spray of the water as it is thrown by the mill-wheel. It seems to be a tattered, shattered, ramshackle concern, but it has been in the same family for many years; and as the family has not hitherto been in distress, it may be supposed that the mill still affords a fair means of livelihood. The Brattles,-for Jacob Brattle is the miller's name,-have ever been known as men who paid their way, and were able to hold up their heads. But nevertheless Jacob Brattle is ever at war with his landlord in re

it absolutely in his breeches pocket, to do with it as he liked; and it had been the liking of the late Marquis to sell one of the seats at every election to the highest bidder on his side in politics. Nevertheless, the people of Bullhampton had gloried in being a borough, and the shame, or at least the regret of their downfall, had not yet altogether

hampton; and there are brasses in the nave, very curious, and one or two tombs of the Gilmore family, very rare in their construction, and the churchyard is large and green, and bowery, with the Avon flowing close under it, and nooks in it which would make a man wish to die that he might be buried there. The church and churchyard of Bullhampton are indeed perfect, and yet but few people go to see it. It has not as yet had its own bard to sing its praises. Properly it is called Bullhampton Monachorum,

the Marquis. With the village, or town as it may be, Mr. Gilmore has no concern; but he owns a large tract of the water meads, and again has a farm or two up on the downs as you go towards Chiltern. But they lie out of the paris

oks. Nevertheless, he went on buying books, and was rather proud of his library. He had travelled a good deal, and was a politician,-somewhat scandalising his own tenants and other Bullhamptonites by voting for the liberal candidates for his division of the county. The Marquis of Trowbridge did not know him, but regarded him as an objectionable person, who did not understand the nature of the duties which devolved upon him as a country gentleman; and the Marquis himself was always spoken of by Mr. Gilmore as-an idiot. On these various grounds the squire has hitherto regarded himself as being a little in advance of other squires, and has, perhaps, given himself more credit than he ha

er own personal attributes. But Mary is a lady, and Harry Gilmore thinks her the sweetest woman on whom his eye ever rested. Whatever resolutions as to fortune-hunting he may have made,-though probably none were ever made,-they have all now gone to the winds. He is so absolutely in love that nothing in the world is, to him, at present worth thinking about except Mary Lowther. I do not doubt that he would vote for a conservative candidate if Mary Lowther so ordered him; or consent to go and live in New York if Mary Lowther would accept him on no other condition. All Bullhampton parish is nothing to him at the present moment, except as far as it is connected with Mary Lowth

ething has already been said, and perhaps it may be only necessary further to state that he is a tall, fair-haired man, already becoming somewhat bald on the top of his head, with bright eyes, and the slightest possible amount of whiskers, and a look about his nose and mouth which seems to imply that he could be severe if he were not so thoroughly good-humoured. He has more of breeding in his

, and the babies were made welcome as they came. Mrs. Fenwick is as good a specimen of an English country parson's wife as you shall meet in a county,-gay, good-looking, fond of the society around her, with a little dash of fun, knowing in blankets and corduroys and coals and tea; knowing also as to beer and gin and tobacco; acquainte

ement, although she herself was a most particular old lady, and always remembered that Mary Lowther was third or fourth cousin to some earl in Scotland. Nothing more shall be said of Miss Marrable at present, as it is expedient, for the sake of the story, that the reader should fix his attention on Bullhampton till he find himself quite at home there. I would wish him to know his way among the water meads, to be quite alive to the fact that the lodge of Hampton Privets is a mile and a quarter to the north of Bullhampton ch

Mary Lowther would only like you, how happy your lot would be,-that if she would love you, the world would have nothing higher or better to offer. If you judged her face by any rules of beauty, you would say that it was too thin; but feeling its influence with sympathy, you could never wish it to be changed. Her nose and mouth were perfect. How many little noses there are on young women's faces which of themselves cannot be said to be things of beauty, or joys for ever, although they do very well in their places! There is the softness and colour of youth, and perhaps a dash of fun, and the eyes above are bright, and the lips below alluring. In the midst of such sweet charms, what does it matter that the nose be puggish,-or even a nose of putty, such as you think you might improve in the original material by a squeeze of your thumb and forefinger? But with Mary Lo

as the very poetry of motion; but its chief beauty consisted in this, that it was what it was by no effort of her own. We have all seen those efforts, and it may be that many of us have liked them when they have been made on our own behalf. But no man as yet could ever h

ible of young men would sigh. Young men given to sigh are generally attracted by some outward and visible sign of softness which may be taken as an indication that sighing will produce some result, however small. At Loring it was said that Mary

fore him: he might carry out their presumed intention of marrying money; or he might become the sudden spoil of the bow and spear of some red-cheeked lass; or he might walk on as an old bachelor, too c

ry trusted more than in any other member of his own family. His mother had been the sister of the Rev. Henry Fitza

would never be your own master, and you would be a poor man till you died. An easy temper and a little money are almost as common in our

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Contents

Preface Chapter 1. Bullhampton Chapter 2. Flo's Red Ball Chapter 3. Sam Brattle Chapter 4. There is No One Else Chapter 5. The Miller Chapter 6. Brattle's Mill Chapter 7. The Miller's Wife Chapter 8. The Last Day Chapter 9. Miss Marrable Chapter 10. Crunch'em Can't Be had
Chapter 11. Don't you Be Afeard about me
Chapter 12. Bone'm and his Master
Chapter 13. Captain Marrable and his Father
Chapter 14. Cousinhood
Chapter 15. The Police at Fault
Chapter 16. Miss Lowther Asks for Advice
Chapter 17. The Marquis of Trowbridge
Chapter 18. Blank Paper
Chapter 19. Sam Brattle Returns Home
Chapter 20. I Have A Jupiter of My Own Now
Chapter 21. What Parson John Thinks about it
Chapter 22. What the Fenwicks Thought about it
Chapter 23. What Mr. Gilmore Thought about it
Chapter 24. The Rev. Henry Fitzackerley Chamberlaine
Chapter 25. Carry Brattle
Chapter 26. The Turnover Correspondence
Chapter 27. "I Never Shamed None of Them."
Chapter 28. Mrs. Brattle's Journey
Chapter 29. The Bull at Loring
Chapter 30. The Aunt and the Uncle
Chapter 31. Mary Lowther Feels her Way
Chapter 32. Mr. Gilmore's Success
Chapter 33. Farewell
Chapter 34. Bullhampton News
Chapter 35. Mr. Puddleham's New Chapel
Chapter 36. Sam Brattle Goes off Again
Chapter 37. Female Martyrdom
Chapter 38. A Lover's Madness
Chapter 39. The Three Honest Men
Chapter 40. Trotter's Buildings
Chapter 41. Startup Farm
Chapter 42. Mr. Quickenham, Q.C
Chapter 43. Easter at Turnover Castle
Chapter 44. The Marrables of Dunripple
Chapter 45. What Shall I Do with Myself
Chapter 46. Mr. Jay of Warminster
Chapter 47. Sam Brattle is Wanted
Chapter 48. Mary Lowther Returns to Bullhampton
Chapter 49. Mary Lowther's Doom
Chapter 50. Mary Lowther Inspects her Future Home
Chapter 51. The Grinder and his Comrade
Chapter 52. Carry Brattle's Journey
Chapter 53. The Fatted Calf
Chapter 54. Mr. Gilmore's Rubies
Chapter 55. Glebe Land
Chapter 56. The Vicar's Vengeance
Chapter 57. Oil is to Be Thrown upon the Waters
Chapter 58. Edith Brownlow's Dream
Chapter 59. News from Dunripple
Chapter 60. Lord St. George is Very Cunning
Chapter 61. Mary Lowther's Treachery
Chapter 62. Up at the Privets
Chapter 63. The Miller Tells his Troubles
Chapter 64. If I Were your Sister!
Chapter 65. Mary Lowther Leaves Bullhampton
Chapter 66. At the Mill
Chapter 67. Sir Gregory Marrable has A Headache
Chapter 68. The Squire is Very Obstinate
Chapter 69. The Trial
Chapter 70. The Fate of the Puddlehamites
Chapter 71. The End of Mary Lowther's Story
Chapter 72. At Turnover Castle
Chapter 73. Conclusion
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