the south side, and the whole structure took a list to leeward.
The living passed into the hands of the Dean and Chapter of Exeter,
and from them, in 1730, to the Moyles. Mr. Raymond's predecessor was
a kinsman of theirs by marriage, a pluralist, who lived and died at
the other end of the Duchy. He had sent curates from time to time;
the last of whom was dead, three years since, of solitude and drink.
But he never came himself, Squire Moyle having threatened to set the
dogs on him if ever he set foot in Nannizabuloe; for there had been
some dispute over a dowry. The result was that nobody went to
church, though a parson from the next parish held an occasional
service. The people were Wesleyan Methodists or Bryanites.
Each sect had its own chapel in the fishing village of Innis, on the
western side of the parish; and the Bryanites a second one, at the
cross-roads behind the downs, for the miners and warreners and
scattered farmfolk.


_Ding--ding--ding--ding--ding_.

It was Sunday morning, and Taffy was sounding the bell, by a thin
rope tied to its clapper. The heavy bell-rope would be ready next
week; but Humility must first contrive a woollen binding for it, to
prevent its chafing the ringer's hands.

Out on the towans the rabbits heard the sound, and ran scampering.
Others, farther away, paused in their feeding, and listened with
cocked ears.

_Ding--ding--ding_.