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Under
Mrs
Bolton
’
s
influence
,
Clifford
began
to
take
a
new
interest
in
the
mines
.
He
began
to
feel
he
belonged
.
A
new
sort
of
self
-
assertion
came
into
him
.
After
all
,
he
was
the
real
boss
in
Tevershall
,
he
was
really
the
pits
.
It
was
a
new
sense
of
power
,
something
he
had
till
now
shrunk
from
with
dread
.
Tevershall
pits
were
running
thin
.
There
were
only
two
collieries
:
Tevershall
itself
,
and
New
London
.
Tevershall
had
once
been
a
famous
mine
,
and
had
made
famous
money
.
But
its
best
days
were
over
.
New
London
was
never
very
rich
,
and
in
ordinary
times
just
got
along
decently
.
But
now
times
were
bad
,
and
it
was
pits
like
New
London
that
got
left
.
’
There
’
s
a
lot
of
Tevershall
men
left
and
gone
to
Stacks
Gate
and
Whiteover
,
’
said
Mrs
Bolton
.
’
You
’
ve
not
seen
the
new
works
at
Stacks
Gate
,
opened
after
the
war
,
have
you
,
Sir
Clifford
?
Oh
,
you
must
go
one
day
,
they
’
re
something
quite
new
:
great
big
chemical
works
at
the
pit
-
head
,
doesn
’
t
look
a
bit
like
a
colliery
.
They
say
they
get
more
money
out
of
the
chemical
by
-
products
than
out
of
the
coal
-
-
I
forget
what
it
is
.
And
the
grand
new
houses
for
the
men
,
fair
mansions
!
of
course
it
’
s
brought
a
lot
of
riff
-
raff
from
all
over
the
country
.
But
a
lot
of
Tevershall
men
got
on
there
,
and
doin
’
well
,
a
lot
better
than
our
own
men
.
They
say
Tevershall
’
s
done
,
finished
:
only
a
question
of
a
few
more
years
,
and
it
’
ll
have
to
shut
down
.
And
New
London
’
ll
go
first
.
My
word
,
won
’
t
it
be
funny
when
there
’
s
no
Tevershall
pit
working
.
It
’
s
bad
enough
during
a
strike
,
but
my
word
,
if
it
closes
for
good
,
it
’
ll
be
like
the
end
of
the
world
.
Even
when
I
was
a
girl
it
was
the
best
pit
in
the
country
,
and
a
man
counted
himself
lucky
if
he
could
on
here
.
Oh
,
there
’
s
been
some
money
made
in
Tevershall
.
And
now
the
men
say
it
’
s
a
sinking
ship
,
and
it
’
s
time
they
all
got
out
.
Doesn
’
t
it
sound
awful
!
But
of
course
there
’
s
a
lot
as
’
ll
never
go
till
they
have
to
.
They
don
’
t
like
these
new
fangled
mines
,
such
a
depth
,
and
all
machinery
to
work
them
.
Some
of
them
simply
dreads
those
iron
men
,
as
they
call
them
,
those
machines
for
hewing
the
coal
,
where
men
always
did
it
before
.
And
they
say
it
’
s
wasteful
as
well
.
But
what
goes
in
waste
is
saved
in
wages
,
and
a
lot
more
.
It
seems
soon
there
’
ll
be
no
use
for
men
on
the
face
of
the
earth
,
it
’
ll
be
all
machines
.
But
they
say
that
’
s
what
folks
said
when
they
had
to
give
up
the
old
stocking
frames
.
I
can
remember
one
or
two
.
But
my
word
,
the
more
machines
,
the
more
people
,
that
’
s
what
it
looks
like
!
They
say
you
can
’
t
get
the
same
chemicals
out
of
Tevershall
coal
as
you
can
out
of
Stacks
Gate
,
and
that
’
s
funny
,
they
’
re
not
three
miles
apart
.
But
they
say
so
.
But
everybody
says
it
’
s
a
shame
something
can
’
t
be
started
,
to
keep
the
men
going
a
bit
better
,
and
employ
the
girls
.
All
the
girls
traipsing
off
to
Sheffield
every
day
!
My
word
,
it
would
be
something
to
talk
about
if
Tevershall
Collieries
took
a
new
lease
of
life
,
after
everybody
saying
they
’
re
finished
,
and
a
sinking
ship
,
and
the
men
ought
to
leave
them
like
rats
leave
a
sinking
ship
.
But
folks
talk
so
much
,
of
course
there
was
a
boom
during
the
war
.
When
Sir
Geoffrey
made
a
trust
of
himself
and
got
the
money
safe
for
ever
,
somehow
.
So
they
say
!
But
they
say
even
the
masters
and
the
owners
don
’
t
get
much
out
of
it
now
.
You
can
hardly
believe
it
,
can
you
!
Why
I
always
thought
the
pits
would
go
on
for
ever
and
ever
.
Who
’
d
have
thought
,
when
I
was
a
girl
!
But
New
England
’
s
shut
down
,
so
is
Colwick
Wood
:
yes
,
it
’
s
fair
haunting
to
go
through
that
coppy
and
see
Colwick
Wood
standing
there
deserted
among
the
trees
,
and
bushes
growing
up
all
over
the
pit
-
head
,
and
the
lines
red
rusty
.
It
’
s
like
death
itself
,
a
dead
colliery
.
Why
,
whatever
should
we
do
if
Tevershall
shut
down
-
-
?
It
doesn
’
t
bear
thinking
of
.
Always
that
throng
it
’
s
been
,
except
at
strikes
,
and
even
then
the
fan
-
wheels
didn
’
t
stand
,
except
when
they
fetched
the
ponies
up
.
I
’
m
sure
it
’
s
a
funny
world
,
you
don
’
t
know
where
you
are
from
year
to
year
,
you
really
don
’
t
.
’
It
was
Mrs
Bolton
’
s
talk
that
really
put
a
new
fight
into
Clifford
.
His
income
,
as
she
pointed
out
to
him
,
was
secure
,
from
his
father
’
s
trust
,
even
though
it
was
not
large
.
The
pits
did
not
really
concern
him
.
It
was
the
other
world
he
wanted
to
capture
,
the
world
of
literature
and
fame
;
the
popular
world
,
not
the
working
world
.
Now
he
realized
the
distinction
between
popular
success
and
working
success
:
the
populace
of
pleasure
and
the
populace
of
work
.
He
,
as
a
private
individual
,
had
been
catering
with
his
stories
for
the
populace
of
pleasure
.
And
he
had
caught
on
.
But
beneath
the
populace
of
pleasure
lay
the
populace
of
work
,
grim
,
grimy
,
and
rather
terrible
.
They
too
had
to
have
their
providers
.
And
it
was
a
much
grimmer
business
,
providing
for
the
populace
of
work
,
than
for
the
populace
of
pleasure
.
While
he
was
doing
his
stories
,
and
’
getting
on
’
in
the
world
,
Tevershall
was
going
to
the
wall
.
He
realized
now
that
the
bitch
-
goddess
of
Success
had
two
main
appetites
:
one
for
flattery
,
adulation
,
stroking
and
tickling
such
as
writers
and
artists
gave
her
;
but
the
other
a
grimmer
appetite
for
meat
and
bones
.
And
the
meat
and
bones
for
the
bitch
-
goddess
were
provided
by
the
men
who
made
money
in
industry
.
Yes
,
there
were
two
great
groups
of
dogs
wrangling
for
the
bitch
-
goddess
:
the
group
of
the
flatterers
,
those
who
offered
her
amusement
,
stories
,
films
,
plays
:
and
the
other
,
much
less
showy
,
much
more
savage
breed
,
those
who
gave
her
meat
,
the
real
substance
of
money
.
The
well
-
groomed
showy
dogs
of
amusement
wrangled
and
snarled
among
themselves
for
the
favours
of
the
bitch
-
goddess
.
But
it
was
nothing
to
the
silent
fight
-
to
-
the
-
death
that
went
on
among
the
indispensables
,
the
bone
-
bringers
.
