English fiction -- 19th century; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Mystery fiction; Smugglers -- Fiction
Immediately beyond the Friar's Keep the rocks rose abruptly again, and
the sight of the sea was there, and for some little way onwards,
inaccessible to the eye. Further on, the heights were tolerably flat,
and there the preventive men were enabled to pace--which they did
assiduously: for those were the days of real smuggling, when fortunes
were made by it and sometimes lives marred. The coastguard had a
small station just beyond the village, and the officers looked pretty
sharply after the beach and the doings of the fishermen.
Just opposite the Friar's Keep, on the other side the road, was a
lane, called Chapel Lane, flanking a good-sized clump of trees, almost
a grove; and within these trees rose a small, low, thatched-roof
building, styled the Hutt. The gentleman inhabiting this dwelling, a
slight, bronzed, upright, and active man, with black eyes and black
hair, was named Teague. Formerly an officer on board a man-of-war, he
had saved enough for a competency through prize money and else, and
had also a pension. The village called him Commodore: he would have
honestly told you himself that he had no right to that exalted
rank--but he did not in the least object to the appellation. He was a
vast favourite with the village, from the coastguardsmen to the poor
fishermen, fond of treating them in his Hutt, or of giving them a sail
in his boat, or a seat in his covered spring cart--both of which
articles he kept for pleasure. In habits he was somewhat peculiar;
living alone without a servant of any kind, male or female, and
waiting entirely on himself.
Chapel Lane--a narrow, pleasant lane, with trees meeting overhead, and
wild flowers adorning its banks and hedges in summer--led into the
open country, and went directly past Greylands' Rest, the residence of
the Castlemaines. This lane was not the chief approach to the house;
that was by the high coach-road that branched off by the Dolphin
Inn. And this brings us to speak of the Castlemaines.
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