Chapter 16: Audrie Brendon to Her Mother

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌‌⁠Still Torquay, Ten Thirty, August 7th

Dearest: I thought the moor would be impressive. It is overwhelming. Oh, this Devonshire of my father's people is far from being all a land of cream and roses!

Dartmoor has given me so many emotions that I am tired, but I must tell you about it and them. When I shut my eyes, I see tors, like ruined watch-towers, against the sky. And I see Princetown, grim and te