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The
church
was
away
to
the
left
among
black
trees
.
The
car
slid
on
downhill
,
past
the
Miners
’
Arms
.
It
had
already
passed
the
Wellington
,
the
Nelson
,
the
Three
Tuns
,
and
the
Sun
,
now
it
passed
the
Miners
’
Arms
,
then
the
Mechanics
’
Hall
,
then
the
new
and
almost
gaudy
Miners
’
Welfare
and
so
,
past
a
few
new
’
villas
’
,
out
into
the
blackened
road
between
dark
hedges
and
dark
green
fields
,
towards
Stacks
Gate
.
Tevershall
!
That
was
Tevershall
!
Merrie
England
!
Shakespeare
’
s
England
!
No
,
but
the
England
of
today
,
as
Connie
had
realized
since
she
had
come
to
live
in
it
.
It
was
producing
a
new
race
of
mankind
,
over
-
conscious
in
the
money
and
social
and
political
side
,
on
the
spontaneous
,
intuitive
side
dead
,
but
dead
.
Half
-
corpses
,
all
of
them
:
but
with
a
terrible
insistent
consciousness
in
the
other
half
.
There
was
something
uncanny
and
underground
about
it
all
.
It
was
an
under
-
world
.
And
quite
incalculable
.
How
shall
we
understand
the
reactions
in
half
-
corpses
?
When
Connie
saw
the
great
lorries
full
of
steel
-
workers
from
Sheffield
,
weird
,
distorted
smallish
beings
like
men
,
off
for
an
excursion
to
Matlock
,
her
bowels
fainted
and
she
thought
:
Ah
God
,
what
has
man
done
to
man
?
What
have
the
leaders
of
men
been
doing
to
their
fellow
men
?
They
have
reduced
them
to
less
than
humanness
;
and
now
there
can
be
no
fellowship
any
more
!
It
is
just
a
nightmare
.
She
felt
again
in
a
wave
of
terror
the
grey
,
gritty
hopelessness
of
it
all
.
With
such
creatures
for
the
industrial
masses
,
and
the
upper
classes
as
she
knew
them
,
there
was
no
hope
,
no
hope
any
more
.
Yet
she
was
wanting
a
baby
,
and
an
heir
to
Wragby
!
An
heir
to
Wragby
!
She
shuddered
with
dread
.
Yet
Mellors
had
come
out
of
all
this
!
-
-
Yes
,
but
he
was
as
apart
from
it
all
as
she
was
.
Even
in
him
there
was
no
fellowship
left
.
It
was
dead
.
The
fellowship
was
dead
.
There
was
only
apartness
and
hopelessness
,
as
far
as
all
this
was
concerned
.
And
this
was
England
,
the
vast
bulk
of
England
:
as
Connie
knew
,
since
she
had
motored
from
the
centre
of
it
.
The
car
was
rising
towards
Stacks
Gate
.
The
rain
was
holding
off
,
and
in
the
air
came
a
queer
pellucid
gleam
of
May
.
The
country
rolled
away
in
long
undulations
,
south
towards
the
Peak
,
east
towards
Mansfield
and
Nottingham
.
Connie
was
travelling
South
.
As
she
rose
on
to
the
high
country
,
she
could
see
on
her
left
,
on
a
height
above
the
rolling
land
,
the
shadowy
,
powerful
bulk
of
Warsop
Castle
,
dark
grey
,
with
below
it
the
reddish
plastering
of
miners
’
dwellings
,
newish
,
and
below
those
the
plumes
of
dark
smoke
and
white
steam
from
the
great
colliery
which
put
so
many
thousand
pounds
per
annum
into
the
pockets
of
the
Duke
and
the
other
shareholders
.
The
powerful
old
castle
was
a
ruin
,
yet
it
hung
its
bulk
on
the
low
sky
-
line
,
over
the
black
plumes
and
the
white
that
waved
on
the
damp
air
below
.
A
turn
,
and
they
ran
on
the
high
level
to
Stacks
Gate
.
Stacks
Gate
,
as
seen
from
the
highroad
,
was
just
a
huge
and
gorgeous
new
hotel
,
the
Coningsby
Arms
,
standing
red
and
white
and
gilt
in
barbarous
isolation
off
the
road
.
But
if
you
looked
,
you
saw
on
the
left
rows
of
handsome
’
modern
’
dwellings
,
set
down
like
a
game
of
dominoes
,
with
spaces
and
gardens
,
a
queer
game
of
dominoes
that
some
weird
’
masters
’
were
playing
on
the
surprised
earth
.
And
beyond
these
blocks
of
dwellings
,
at
the
back
,
rose
all
the
astonishing
and
frightening
overhead
erections
of
a
really
modern
mine
,
chemical
works
and
long
galleries
,
enormous
,
and
of
shapes
not
before
known
to
man
.
The
head
-
stock
and
pit
-
bank
of
the
mine
itself
were
insignificant
among
the
huge
new
installations
.
And
in
front
of
this
,
the
game
of
dominoes
stood
forever
in
a
sort
of
surprise
,
waiting
to
be
played
.
This
was
Stacks
Gate
,
new
on
the
face
of
the
earth
,
since
the
war
.
But
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
though
even
Connie
did
not
know
it
,
downhill
half
a
mile
below
the
’
hotel
’
was
old
Stacks
Gate
,
with
a
little
old
colliery
and
blackish
old
brick
dwellings
,
and
a
chapel
or
two
and
a
shop
or
two
and
a
little
pub
or
two
.
