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Updated: June 23, 2025


'I don't remember that, he said. 'What? 'That! And he jerked his elbow towards the photograph. 'Oh! THAT! That's my daughter, said Priscilla. 'Bless us! said Toby in turn. 'I married Job Tansley, Priscilla continued. 'He died four years ago last Knype Wakes Monday. HER'S married' indicating the photograph 'her married young Gibson last September. 'Well, well! murmured Toby. Another pause.

'I'm d d if I can make you out! thought Twemlow as he walked along King Street towards the steam-tram for Knype, where he was staying at the Five Towns Hotel. Hannah had sped him, with blushings, and rustlings of silk, from Meshach's door. 'I'm d d if I can make you out, Meshach. He said it aloud.

"And th' burglars must ha' been and gone afore that. A likely thing burglars coming at twelve o'clock at night, isn't it? And I'll tell ye summat else. Them burglars was copped last night at Knype at eleven o'clock when th' pubs closed, if ye want to know the whole gang of three on 'em." "Then what about that burglary last night down the Lane?" Rachel asked sharply. "Oh!" exclaimed Louis.

It had transformed itself into a limited company, and rented a ground up the Moorthorne Road, and built a grand stand. The Bursley F.C. had 'tied' with the Knype F.C. on the Knype ground a prodigious achievement, an achievement which occupied a column of the Athletic News one Monday morning! But were the tradesmen civically proud of this glory? No!

When you go to Knype Wakes you get stuck in the midst of an enormous crowd, and you see roundabouts, swings, switchbacks, myrioramas, atrocity booths, quack dentists, shooting-galleries, cocoanut-shies, and bazaars, all around you.

It had lasted a hundred hours, of which the first fifty had each been an age. It was a febrile attack similar to George's, but less serious. Edwin had possibly caught the infection at Knype Railway Station: yet who could tell? Now he was in the drawing-room, shaved, clothed, but wearing slippers for a sign that he was only convalescent, and because the doctor had forbidden him the street.

He was the demi-god of the district, a greater landowner than even the Earl of Chell, a model landlord, a model employer of four thousand men, a model proprietor of seven pits and two iron foundries, a philanthropist, a religionist, the ornamental mayor of Knype, chairman of a Board of Guardians, governor of hospitals, president of Football Association in short, Sir Cloud, son of Sir Cloud and grandson of Sir Cloud.

Visitors arrived from Knype. Miss Malkin came and atoned for her historic glance in the shop.

'Then you are alone? He seemed to apologise for the rest of his sex. She told him that Uncle Meshach was with her, and would return directly. When he asked how the opera was going, and she learnt that, being detained at Knype, he had not seen the first act, she was relieved.

'But I thought that Knype wasn't much of a place I always did think that, being a native of Bursley. I wouldn't be surprised if you've noticed, Mrs. Stanway, how all the five Five Towns kind of sit and sniff at each other. Well, I felt dull after breakfast, and when I saw the advertisement of Dr. Quain at the old chapel, I came right away.

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