There is no beauty unless the yellow sandy sea can be called beautiful.

The coast is low and straight, and the east wind blows full upon it.

But the place is healthy; and Mrs Greenow was probably right in thinking that she might there revive some portion of the health which she had lost in watching beside the couch of her departing lord.
"Omnibus;--no, indeed.

Jeannette, get me a fly." These were the first words Mrs Greenow spoke as she put her foot upon the platform at the Yarmouth station.

Her maid's name was Jenny; but Kate had already found, somewhat to her dismay, that orders had been issued before they left London that the girl was henceforth to be called Jeannette.
Kate had also already found that her aunt could be imperious; but this taste for masterdom had not shown itself so plainly in London as it did from the moment that the train had left the station at Shoreditch.