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His Worship entered the private office with mayoral assurance, pulling in his wake a stout old lady whom he introduced as his aunt from Wolverhampton. And he calmly proposed that Mr Blackshaw should show the mayoral aunt over the new Electricity Works! Mr Blackshaw was sick of showing people over the Works. Moreover, he naturally despised the Mayor.
'Then I'll tell you, sir. In this novel of yours you've put a character called wait a bit ah, yes, called Blackshaw, a retired country solicitor, sir. 'Very likely, said Mark, who had been getting rather rusty with 'Illusion' of late. 'I'm a retired country solicitor, sir!
Every electric light in the house went out. 'Great Scott! breathed Mr Blackshaw, aghast. He pulled aside the blind of the window at the turn of the stairs, and peered forth. The street was as black as your hat, or nearly so. 'Great Scott! he repeated. 'May, get candles. Something had evidently gone wrong at the Works. Just his luck!
The engines and pumps were made by Mr. Albert Scragg, of Congleton, and the brick, stone, and builder's work was executed by Mr. Thomas Kirk. The waterworks were opened in the autumn of 1881, and since then have constantly afforded an abundant supply of water. There is also an independent gravitation system, also arranged by Mr. Blackshaw, for supplying an outlying part of the town.
Blackshaw, our reader, and I must tell you that I agree with him in considering that you have written a very remarkable book. As we told you, you know, it may or may not prove a pecuniary success, but, however that may be, my opinion of it will remain the same; it ought, in my judgment, to ensure you a certain standing at once at once. Mark heard this with a pang of jealousy.
Meanwhile, Emmie, having pretty nearly filled the bath with a combination of hot and cold waters, dropped the floating thermometer into it, and then added more waters until the thermometer indicated the precise temperature proper for a baby's bath. But you are not to imagine that Mrs Blackshaw trusted a thermometer She did not, however, thrust her bared arm into the water this time. No!
Later on, when things were going more smoothly, he might be able to get away; but then, later on, his son's bath would not be so amusing and agreeable as it then, by all reports, was. The baby was, of course, bathed on Saturday nights, but Sunday afternoon and evening Mr Blackshaw was obliged to spend with his invalid mother at Longshaw.
So much so that every hand on the place was doing its utmost in fear and trembling, and the whole affair was running with the precision and smoothness of a watch. From four o'clock onwards, Mr Blackshaw, in the solemn, illuminated privacy of the managerial office, safe behind glass partitions, could no more contain his excitement. He hovered in front of the telephone, waiting for it to ring.
Roger was just ready to be carried upstairs as Mr Blackshaw's latchkey turned in the door. 'Wait a sec! cried Mr Blackshaw to his wife, who had the child in her arms, 'I'll carry him up. And he threw away his hat, stick, and overcoat and grabbed ecstatically at the infant. And he had got perhaps halfway up the stairs, when lo! the electric light went out.
Wait a moment! exclaimed Mr Blackshaw, and then turning to his visitors, 'Did you hear that? 'No, said the Mayor. 'All those three new dynamos that they've got at the Hanbridge Electricity Works have just broken down. I knew they would. I told them they would! 'Dear, dear! said the Mayor of Bursley, secretly delighted by this disaster to a disdainful rival. 'Why!
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