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And he wondered by virtue of what decree he, in the Shillitoe suit, and the grand house waiting for him up at Bleakridge, had been lifted up to splendid ease above the squalid and pitiful human welter. Such musings were scarcely more than subconscious in him.
Towards six o'clock he was in his bedroom, an attic with a floor very much more spacious than its ceiling, and a window that commanded the slope of Trafalgar Road towards Bleakridge. It had been his room, his castle, his sanctuary, for at least ten years, since before his mother's death of cancer.
Things sometimes fall out in a surprising way, and the removal of the Clayhanger household from the corner of Duck Square to the heights of Bleakridge was diversified by a circumstance which Edwin, the person whom alone it concerned, had not in the least anticipated. It was the Monday morning after the Centenary.
"Well," I said as we left, "I'm very much obliged." "What on earth for?" Buchanan asked. "Everything," I said. We returned through the squares of Hanbridge and by Trafalgar Road to Stirling's house at Bleakridge.
Orgreave and Janet, they stood at the tail of the steam-car, which Janet had decided should carry her up to Bleakridge; and Edwin shook hands. Yes, Hilda was profoundly deceived in him. Nevertheless, his wistful and honest glance, as he parted from her, had its effect. If he had not one quality, he had another. She tried hard to maintain her scorn of him, but it was exceedingly difficult to do so.
In the sequel, the candlestick was pitched by Edwin on to the roof of the van, and Darius Clayhanger, coming fussily out of the shop, threw a question at Edwin and then picked up the saucepan and went off to Bleakridge with it, thus making sure that it would not be forgotten, and demonstrating to the town that he, Darius, was at last `flitting' into his grand new house.
Now the girls arrived at the commencement of the steam-car track, where a huge engine and tram were waiting, and as they turned another corner, the long perspective of Trafalgar Road, rising with its double row of lamps towards fashionable Bleakridge, was revealed to Hilda.
We'll knock on the window to-night as we come back. In the meantime you can show Loring your etchings, and pray for me." And to me: "Here's a latchkey." With no further ceremony he hurried away to join his wife and children at Bleakridge Station. In such singular manner was I transferred forcibly from host to host.
"My eldest's been rather badly bitten by a dog, and the missis wants it cauterized." "Really?" "Well, you bet she does!" "Where's the bite?" "In the calf." The other man at the door having departed Robert Brindley abruptly joined the conversation at this point. "I suppose you've heard of that case of hydrophobia at Bleakridge?" said Brindley. Edward Henry's heart jumped.
Undoubtedly the clothes on Janet's back were partly responsible for the celerity with which building land at Bleakridge was `developed, just after the installation of steam-cars in Trafalgar Road. Mr Orgreave sold a corner plot to Darius.
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