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They'll have the town in darkness. What are they going to do? 'They want me to go over at once. But, of course, I can't. At least, I must give myself the pleasure of showing you and this lady over our Works, first. 'Nothing of the kind, Mr Blackshaw! said the Mayor. 'Go at once. Go at once. If Bursley can be of any assistance to Hanbridge in such a crisis, I shall be only too pleased.
Incredible as it may appear, there was nothing but a horse-tram running between Bursley and Hanbridge and that only twice an hour; and between the other towns no stage of any kind! One went to Longshaw as one now goes to Pekin. It was an era so dark and backward that one might wonder how people could sleep in their beds at night for thinking about their sad state.
Now, although the Hanbridge Park is a wonderful triumph of grass-seed and terra-cotta over cinder-heaps and shard-rucks, although it is a famous exemplar to other boroughs, it is not precisely the Vale of Llangollen, nor the Lake District. It is the least bit in the world tedious, and by the sarcastic has been likened to a cemetery.
And then, reflectively twisting his moustache to military points, he spied through the smaller window to see whether the new high hoarding of the football-ground really did prevent a serious observer from descrying wayfarers as they breasted the hill from Hanbridge. It did not.
The conductor of the largest Hanbridge choir, being appointed to conduct the preliminary rehearsals of the Festival Chorus, had an acute attack of self-importance, which, by the way, almost ended fatally a year later.
She was considered the finest piece in Hanbridge at one time. And let me tell you we're supposed to have more than our share of good looks in the Five Towns. 'What the women, you mean? 'Yes. 'And she never married? 'No. 'Nor anything? 'Oh no, he said carelessly.
And the atmosphere seemed to have been thrown into a strange pulsation. Here perhaps I ought to explain that it was not the peculiarity of Mr Loggerheads' name that produced the odd effect. "I'm told," said Eva, "that he's going into the Hanbridge Choir!" Mr Loggerheads was the principal tenor of the Bursley Glee and Madrigal Club.
Then she was sitting by John's Ernest's side in the big motor-car, with her possessions at her feet. The enthronement had happened in a few moments. John's Ernest was going to Hanbridge. "Ye can run Mrs. Fores up home on yer way," Thomas Batchgrew had suggested. "But Bycars Lane is miles out of your way!" Rachel had cried. Both men had smiled.
Cannon meant to establish it first as a weekly, and then, when it had grown, to transform it into a daily and wage war with that powerful monopolist, The Staffordshire Signal, which from its offices at Hanbridge covered the entire district. The original title had been The Turnhill Guardian and Five Towns General Chronicle, and she had approved it; but when Mr.
These persons, who had met from opposite directions, were her husband, John Stanway, the earthenware manufacturer, and David Dain, the solicitor who practised at Hanbridge.
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