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They
discussed
the
collieries
.
Clifford
’
s
idea
was
,
that
his
coal
,
even
the
poor
sort
,
could
be
made
into
hard
concentrated
fuel
that
would
burn
at
great
heat
if
fed
with
certain
damp
,
acidulated
air
at
a
fairly
strong
pressure
.
It
had
long
been
observed
that
in
a
particularly
strong
,
wet
wind
the
pit
-
bank
burned
very
vivid
,
gave
off
hardly
any
fumes
,
and
left
a
fine
powder
of
ash
,
instead
of
the
slow
pink
gravel
.
’
But
where
will
you
find
the
proper
engines
for
burning
your
fuel
?
’
asked
Winter
.
’
I
’
ll
make
them
myself
.
And
I
’
ll
use
my
fuel
myself
.
And
I
’
ll
sell
electric
power
.
I
’
m
certain
I
could
do
it
.
’
’
If
you
can
do
it
,
then
splendid
,
splendid
,
my
dear
boy
.
Haw
!
Splendid
!
If
I
can
be
of
any
help
,
I
shall
be
delighted
.
I
’
m
afraid
I
am
a
little
out
of
date
,
and
my
collieries
are
like
me
.
But
who
knows
,
when
I
’
m
gone
,
there
may
be
men
like
you
.
Splendid
!
It
will
employ
all
the
men
again
,
and
you
won
’
t
have
to
sell
your
coal
,
or
fail
to
sell
it
.
A
splendid
idea
,
and
I
hope
it
will
be
a
success
.
If
I
had
sons
of
my
own
,
no
doubt
they
would
have
up
-
to
-
date
ideas
for
Shipley
:
no
doubt
!
By
the
way
,
dear
boy
,
is
there
any
foundation
to
the
rumour
that
we
may
entertain
hopes
of
an
heir
to
Wragby
?
’
’
Is
there
a
rumour
?
’
asked
Clifford
.
’
Well
,
my
dear
boy
,
Marshall
from
Fillingwood
asked
me
,
that
’
s
all
I
can
say
about
a
rumour
.
Of
course
I
wouldn
’
t
repeat
it
for
the
world
,
if
there
were
no
foundation
.
’
’
Well
,
Sir
,
’
said
Clifford
uneasily
,
but
with
strange
bright
eyes
.
’
There
is
a
hope
.
There
is
a
hope
.
’
Winter
came
across
the
room
and
wrung
Clifford
’
s
hand
.
’
My
dear
boy
,
my
dear
lad
,
can
you
believe
what
it
means
to
me
,
to
hear
that
!
And
to
hear
you
are
working
in
the
hopes
of
a
son
:
and
that
you
may
again
employ
every
man
at
Tevershall
.
Ah
,
my
boy
!
to
keep
up
the
level
of
the
race
,
and
to
have
work
waiting
for
any
man
who
cares
to
work
!
-
-
’
