It was on the outskirts of town, near scrabbly desert hills.

For what greater folly can there be, or madneſſe, then to […] keepe backe from his wife and children, neither letting them, nor other friends uſe or enjoy that which is theirs by right, and which they much need perhaps; like a hog, or dog in the manger, he doth onely keep it, becauſe it ſhall doe no body elſe good, hurting himſelfe and others; and for a little momentary pelfe, damne his owne ſoule.

You've been divorced for three years. It's time to turn the page and start looking for somebody else.

I thought I should like to go near the sea — to some quite tiny country place at the back of beyond.