THE EXETER ROAD 



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royal, hipped, and unfortunate ladies of all ages sought 

 shelter from a wicked world. I must chronicle these, 

 because they are all, from my point of view, memories 



Old Housls on Exe Island. 



of the Exeter road, though the Exeter road at that time 

 was but a mediaeval cart-track, and a very bad one too. 

 At Amesbury then lived, and for the most part died, 



