. Memories of the Tennysons . herself and an hostel for their friends,—hostel sacred in my memory by reason of certaincurd cheesecakes made, as none other before or sincehas made them, by Dame Hildred, the hostess. Thither, as lads, the Tennysons came, and thecoastguard men and the shrimpers knew them was not a second Blackpool then, and theseold fellows—some of whom had fought with Nelson—as they paced the sea-blown rampire saw anoccasional booby-hutch, or covered car, comingfrom miles away, across the waste, enormousmarsh. If it was not Rawnsleys, or Maddisons,or Alingtons, or Ma
. Memories of the Tennysons . herself and an hostel for their friends,—hostel sacred in my memory by reason of certaincurd cheesecakes made, as none other before or sincehas made them, by Dame Hildred, the hostess. Thither, as lads, the Tennysons came, and thecoastguard men and the shrimpers knew them was not a second Blackpool then, and theseold fellows—some of whom had fought with Nelson—as they paced the sea-blown rampire saw anoccasional booby-hutch, or covered car, comingfrom miles away, across the waste, enormousmarsh. If it was not Rawnsleys, or Maddisons,or Alingtons, or Massingberds, or Walls, or Brack-enburys, it was Tennysons booby-hutch thatcame from afar across the wonderful whisperingmarsh, whose trenched waters ran from sky to sky;and as sure as the Tennysons came to Skegness,Skegness made a note of it. No one, child or grey-beard, who came to the seain those days wore shoes or socks, and the bare-legged sons and daughters of th owd doctor wereout on the sands from morn till
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