Julie G’s Reviews > Jamaica Inn > Status Update

Here on the high ground there was no such natural shelter; there was nothing but the moor on either side of the road, and, above, the great black vault of the sky; and there was a scream that had not been before.

The very thought of him was an irritant and a stimulant at the same time.

Nature cared nothing for prejudice. . . Men and women were like the animals on the farm. . . there was a common law of attraction for all living things, some similarity of skin or touch, and they would go to one another. This was no choice made with the mind.

Outside in the passage the clock struck one o' clock, and the single note rang in the air like a summons.

It was as though his power had been wasted in some way and had run to seed.

Perhaps there was no habitation in all the long one-and-twenty miles that stretched between the two towns of Bodmin and Launceston; perhaps there was not even a poor shepherd's hut on the desolate highway: nothing but the one grim landmark that was Jamaica Inn.

She was alone now with the wind and the rain, and twelve long miles of barren moor between her and her destination.