"And trade is so bad that the Holiday at all events must take place there, for the masters themselves are extinguishing their furnaces. "All the north is seething," said Gerard. "We must contrive to agitate the metropolis," said Maclast, a shrewd carroty-haired paper-stainer.
"Good-bye, paper-stainer," said the matron, as, after looking up and down High Street, I strode off towards the bridge, Londonwards. "Come and see us again if you are passing this way." "Thank you, I will," I said. "Porter!" The voice broke the stillness of a long night, and suddenly woke me out of a deep sleep.