Part 3, Chapter 2

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌⁠Since it was I who discovered Philip Esdaile's painting-cottage for him I think I may claim that I know the Santon country fairly well. It is a vast and skyey upland east of the Wolds, and its edge drops in four hundred feet of glorious white cliff sheer to the sea. Everything there is on the amplest and most bountiful scale, from the enormous stretches of wheat and barley to the giant barns and h