Chapter 19

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌⁠Lessingham sat upon a fallen tree on Dutchman's Common near the scene of his romantic descent, and looked rather ruefully over the moorland, seawards. Above him, the sky was covered with little masses of quickly scudding clouds. A fugitive and watery sunshine shone feebly upon a wind-tossed sea and a rain-sodden landscape. He found a certain grim satisfaction in comparing the disorderliness of the