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For
this
reason
,
the
gossip
was
humiliating
.
And
for
the
same
reason
,
most
novels
,
especially
popular
ones
,
are
humiliating
too
.
The
public
responds
now
only
to
an
appeal
to
its
vices
.
Nevertheless
,
one
got
a
new
vision
of
Tevershall
village
from
Mrs
Bolton
’
s
talk
.
A
terrible
,
seething
welter
of
ugly
life
it
seemed
:
not
at
all
the
flat
drabness
it
looked
from
outside
.
Clifford
of
course
knew
by
sight
most
of
the
people
mentioned
,
Connie
knew
only
one
or
two
.
But
it
sounded
really
more
like
a
Central
African
jungle
than
an
English
village
.
’
I
suppose
you
heard
as
Miss
Allsopp
was
married
last
week
!
Would
you
ever
!
Miss
Allsopp
,
old
James
’
daughter
,
the
boot
-
and
-
shoe
Allsopp
.
You
know
they
built
a
house
up
at
Pye
Croft
.
The
old
man
died
last
year
from
a
fall
;
eighty
-
three
,
he
was
,
an
’
nimble
as
a
lad
.
An
’
then
he
slipped
on
Bestwood
Hill
,
on
a
slide
as
the
lads
’
ad
made
last
winter
,
an
’
broke
his
thigh
,
and
that
finished
him
,
poor
old
man
,
it
did
seem
a
shame
.
Well
,
he
left
all
his
money
to
Tattie
:
didn
’
t
leave
the
boys
a
penny
.
An
’
Tattie
,
I
know
,
is
five
years
-
-
yes
,
she
’
s
fifty
-
three
last
autumn
.
And
you
know
they
were
such
Chapel
people
,
my
word
!
She
taught
Sunday
school
for
thirty
years
,
till
her
father
died
.
And
then
she
started
carrying
on
with
a
fellow
from
Kinbrook
,
I
don
’
t
know
if
you
know
him
,
an
oldish
fellow
with
a
red
nose
,
rather
dandified
,
Willcock
,
as
works
in
Harrison
’
s
woodyard
.
Well
he
’
s
sixty
-
five
,
if
he
’
s
a
day
,
yet
you
’
d
have
thought
they
were
a
pair
of
young
turtle
-
doves
,
to
see
them
,
arm
in
arm
,
and
kissing
at
the
gate
:
yes
,
an
’
she
sitting
on
his
knee
right
in
the
bay
window
on
Pye
Croft
Road
,
for
anybody
to
see
.
And
he
’
s
got
sons
over
forty
:
only
lost
his
wife
two
years
ago
.
If
old
James
Allsopp
hasn
’
t
risen
from
his
grave
,
it
’
s
because
there
is
no
rising
:
for
he
kept
her
that
strict
!
Now
they
’
re
married
and
gone
to
live
down
at
Kinbrook
,
and
they
say
she
goes
round
in
a
dressing
-
gown
from
morning
to
night
,
a
veritable
sight
.
I
’
m
sure
it
’
s
awful
,
the
way
the
old
ones
go
on
!
Why
they
’
re
a
lot
worse
than
the
young
,
and
a
sight
more
disgusting
.
I
lay
it
down
to
the
pictures
,
myself
.
But
you
can
’
t
keep
them
away
.
I
was
always
saying
:
go
to
a
good
instructive
film
,
but
do
for
goodness
sake
keep
away
from
these
melodramas
and
love
films
.
Anyhow
keep
the
children
away
!
But
there
you
are
,
grown
-
ups
are
worse
than
the
children
:
and
the
old
ones
beat
the
band
.
’
Talk
about
morality
!
Nobody
cares
a
thing
.
Folks
does
as
they
like
,
and
much
better
off
they
are
for
it
,
I
must
say
.
But
they
’
re
having
to
draw
their
horns
in
nowadays
,
now
th
’
pits
are
working
so
bad
,
and
they
haven
’
t
got
the
money
.
And
the
grumbling
they
do
,
it
’
s
awful
,
especially
the
women
.
The
men
are
so
good
and
patient
!
What
can
they
do
,
poor
chaps
!
But
the
women
,
oh
,
they
do
carry
on
!
They
go
and
show
off
,
giving
contributions
for
a
wedding
present
for
Princess
Mary
,
and
then
when
they
see
all
the
grand
things
that
’
s
been
given
,
they
simply
rave
:
who
’
s
she
,
any
better
than
anybody
else
!
Why
doesn
’
t
Swan
&
Edgar
give
me
one
fur
coat
,
instead
of
giving
her
six
.
I
wish
I
’
d
kept
my
ten
shillings
!
What
’
s
she
going
to
give
me
,
I
should
like
to
know
?
Here
I
can
’
t
get
a
new
spring
coat
,
my
dad
’
s
working
that
bad
,
and
she
gets
van
-
loads
.
It
’
s
time
as
poor
folks
had
some
money
to
spend
,
rich
ones
’
as
’
ad
it
long
enough
.
I
want
a
new
spring
coat
,
I
do
,
an
’
wheer
am
I
going
to
get
it
?
I
say
to
them
,
be
thankful
you
’
re
well
fed
and
well
clothed
,
without
all
the
new
finery
you
want
!
And
they
fly
back
at
me
:
"
Why
isn
’
t
Princess
Mary
thankful
to
go
about
in
her
old
rags
,
then
,
an
’
have
nothing
!
Folks
like
her
get
van
-
loads
,
an
’
I
can
’
t
have
a
new
spring
coat
.
It
’
s
a
damned
shame
.
Princess
!
Bloomin
’
rot
about
Princess
!
It
’
s
munney
as
matters
,
an
’
cos
she
’
s
got
lots
,
they
give
her
more
!
Nobody
’
s
givin
’
me
any
,
an
’
I
’
ve
as
much
right
as
anybody
else
.
Don
’
t
talk
to
me
about
education
.
It
’
s
munney
as
matters
.
I
want
a
new
spring
coat
,
I
do
,
an
’
I
shan
’
t
get
it
,
cos
there
’
s
no
munney
.
.
.
"
’
That
’
s
all
they
care
about
,
clothes
.
They
think
nothing
of
giving
seven
or
eight
guineas
for
a
winter
coat
-
-
colliers
’
daughters
,
mind
you
-
-
and
two
guineas
for
a
child
’
s
summer
hat
.
And
then
they
go
to
the
Primitive
Chapel
in
their
two
-
guinea
hat
,
girls
as
would
have
been
proud
of
a
three
-
and
-
sixpenny
one
in
my
day
.
I
heard
that
at
the
Primitive
Methodist
anniversary
this
year
,
when
they
have
a
built
-
up
platform
for
the
Sunday
School
children
,
like
a
grandstand
going
almost
up
to
th
’
ceiling
,
I
heard
Miss
Thompson
,
who
has
the
first
class
of
girls
in
the
Sunday
School
,
say
there
’
d
be
over
a
thousand
pounds
in
new
Sunday
clothes
sitting
on
that
platform
!
And
times
are
what
they
are
!
But
you
can
’
t
stop
them
.
They
’
re
mad
for
clothes
.
And
boys
the
same
.
The
lads
spend
every
penny
on
themselves
,
clothes
,
smoking
,
drinking
in
the
Miners
’
Welfare
,
jaunting
off
to
Sheffield
two
or
three
times
a
week
.
Why
,
it
’
s
another
world
.
And
they
fear
nothing
,
and
they
respect
nothing
,
the
young
don
’
t
.
The
older
men
are
that
patient
and
good
,
really
,
they
let
the
women
take
everything
.
And
this
is
what
it
leads
to
.
The
women
are
positive
demons
.
But
the
lads
aren
’
t
like
their
dads
.
They
’
re
sacrificing
nothing
,
they
aren
’
t
:
they
’
re
all
for
self
.
If
you
tell
them
they
ought
to
be
putting
a
bit
by
,
for
a
home
,
they
say
:
That
’
ll
keep
,
that
will
,
I
’
m
goin
’
t
’
enjoy
myself
while
I
can
.
Owt
else
’
ll
keep
!
Oh
,
they
’
re
rough
an
’
selfish
,
if
you
like
.
Everything
falls
on
the
older
men
,
an
’
it
’
s
a
bad
outlook
all
round
.
’
Clifford
began
to
get
a
new
idea
of
his
own
village
.
The
place
had
always
frightened
him
,
but
he
had
thought
it
more
or
less
stable
.
Now
-
-
?
’
Is
there
much
Socialism
,
Bolshevism
,
among
the
people
?
’
he
asked
.
