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Title: Joanna Godden
Author: Sheila Kaye-Smith
Release Date: May 7, 2005 [EBook #15779]
Language: English
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JOANNA GODDEN
by
Sheila Kaye-Smith
1921
To
W.L. GEORGE
CONTENTS
PART I SHEPHERD'S HEY
PART II FIRST LOVE
PART III THE LITTLE SISTER
PART IV LAST LOVE
NOTE
_Though local names, both of places and people, have been used in this
story, the author states that no reference is intended to any living
person._
JOANNA GODDEN
_PART I_
SHEPHERD'S HEY
Sec.1
Three marshes spread across the triangle made by the Royal Military
Canal and the coasts of Sussex and Kent. The Military Canal runs from
Hythe to Rye, beside the Military Road; between it and the flat, white
beaches of the Channel lie Romney Marsh, Dunge Marsh and Walland Marsh,
from east to west. Walland Marsh is sectored by the Kent Ditch, which
draws huge, straggling diagrams here, to preserve ancient rights of
parishes and the monks of Canterbury. Dunge Marsh runs up into the apex
of the triangle at Dunge Ness, and adds to itself twenty feet of shingle
every year. Romney Marsh is the sixth continent and the eighth wonder of
the world.
The three marshes are much alike; indeed to the foreigner they are all a
single spread of green, slatted with watercourses. No river crosses
them, for the Rother curves close under Rye Hill, though these marshes
were made by its ancient mouth, when it was the River Limine and ran
into the Channel at Old Romney. There are a few big watercourses--the
New Sewer, the Yokes Sewer, the White Kemp Sewer--there are a few white
roads, and a great many marsh villages--Brenzett, Ivychurch, Fairfield,
Snargate, Snave--each little more than a church with a farmhouse or two.
Here and there little deserted chapels lie out on the marsh, officeless
since the days of the monks of Canterbury; and everywhere there are
farms, with hund
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