It has a brave sound, West Inch, but it is not a fine estate with a braw house upon it, but only a great hard-bitten, wind-swept sheep run, fringing off into links along the sea-shore, where a frugal man might with hard work just pay his rent and have butter instead of treacle on Sundays.
Cela vous a un certain air, West Inch, mais ce n'est point un beau domaine, autour d'une bonne habitation. C'est simplement une grande terre à pâturages de moutons, ou la bise souffle avec âpreté et que le vent balaie.