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After long waiting, after long delays, a new continent in the far west, and a new British Empire founded in the far east, have come to the relief of that portion of the country; that, concurrently with the development of that system, a Brindley, a Watt, an Arkwright, a George Stephenson arose. And so it is that Liverpool became what it is; and so it is that Manchester became what it is.
"I don't even mean that she's as angelic as you think her. I'd not like her, if she were. But she's a superior kind of human." She was tired of him now, and got him out speedily. As she closed the front door upon him, Mildred's door, down the hall, opened. Her head appeared, an inquiring look upon her face. Mrs. Brindley nodded.
Jennings wished to fix it at sixty a week, but I insisted that forty was enough," said she. Mildred colored high with embarrassment. How much did Mrs. Brindley know? or how little? She stammered: "Well, if Mr. Jennings says it is all right, I'll come." "You'll let me know to-morrow? You can telephone Mr. Jennings." "Yes, I'll let you know to-morrow. I'm almost sure I'll come.
The episode of Wilkins's was buried, but it was imperfectly buried. The Five Towns definitely knew that he had stayed at Wilkins's for a bet, and that Brindley had discharged the bet. And rumours of his valet, his electric brougham, his theatrical supper-parties, had mysteriously hung in the streets of the Five Towns like a strange vapour.
I'll own up, I've been staying on partly in the hope that she'd come back. But it's been a great joy to talk to you about her. I know you love her, too." "Yes, I'm extremely fond of her," said she. "I've not known many women many people without petty mean tricks. She's one." "Isn't she, though?" exclaimed he. "I don't mean she's perfect," said Mrs. Brindley.
He had a most attractively candid smile, but he was so long and lanky that he seemed to pervade the room like an omnipresence. 'Sit down and have a bit of cheese, Oliver, said Mrs Brindley, as she herself sat down. 'No, thanks, Mrs Bob. I must be getting towards home. He leaned on her chair. 'Trifle, then? 'No, thanks. 'Machine going all right? 'Like oil. Never stopped th' engine once.
He himself was a celebrity. A certain quality in the attitude of each of his guests showed clearly that they considered him a celebrity, and not only a celebrity but a card Bryany must have been talking and the conviction of this rendered him happy. His magnificent hunger rendered him still happier. And the reflection that Brindley owed him half-a-crown put a top on his bliss!
We both observed a faint, amused smile on the face of Mrs Brindley, the smile of a woman who has suddenly discovered in her brain a piece of knowledge rare and piquant. 'I can guess who they were, she said. 'In fact, I'm sure. 'Who? 'Annie Brett and you know who. 'What, down at the Tiger? 'Certainly. Hush! Mrs Brindley ran to the door and, opening it, listened.
'I knew he used to teach at the Hanbridge School of Art, said Mrs Brindley stoutly. 'Mother wouldn't let me go there because of that. Then he got the sack. 'Poor defenceless thing! How old were you? 'Seventeen, I expect. 'I'm much obliged to your mother. 'Where did he die? Mrs Brindley demanded. 'At San Remo, I answered. 'Seems queer him dying at San Remo in September, doesn't it? 'Why?
Brindley and the Duke of Bridgewater carried on the work in the same districts, and conferred upon the north and north-west of England the blessings of cheap and effective water communication. Smeaton followed and carried out similar undertakings in still remoter places, joining the east and west coasts of Scotland by the Forth and Clyde Canal, and building bridges in the far north.
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