Sabine Baring-Gould

“ Jael went on the railway bridge, climbed to the rail and sat on it, swinging her feet, and looking round at her father’s cottage. Jerry had risked it—he had gone in to see old Tapp, and ask for the ginger pot, and Jael, and the gull, and the sovereigns. The tide was rushing away below, through the tarred posts of the bridge, swirling and sweeping along with it strands of sea-tangle. ”

“ Mrs Bagg was a fine woman of about forty-five, fresh for her age, with an aquiline nose, fine dark eyes, her hair, parted on one side, was drawn over to the other; a tidy woman, who kept her cottage scrupulously clean, and her person scrupulously neat. Folks said she had a temper, but tidy women, and good housewives generally have tempers, there is energy, go, in them; they have no patience with slovenly people, and work half done.
‘Mrs Bagg,’ said Tapp, ‘I’ve come to call you to task. ”

“ Why, bless me! if a nigger were by nature black, and was to sit down on the burning desert he’d begin to boil at once, and the steam come out of his nose. He’d take in the heat and suffer from it twice as fast as if he were white. It’s with niggers as with kettles. I don’t believe, I won’t believe, that there is one law of nature for kettles, and another for human beings—get along.’
Presently his boat touched the land, and he drew it up the slope from the shore to Fingrinhoe, where was the cottage now occupied by the widow Bagg. Mr Tapp came in. ”