Men, Women, and Boats

ally ended in quick and abject submission, a young feminine friend of the girl behind the silvered netting came to her there and

ess of the redoubtable Stimson. When the Merry-Go-Round was closed and the two girls started for the beach, he wandered off aimlessly in

he water a whirling mass of froth suddenly flashed into view, like a great ghostly robe appearing, and then vanished, leaving the sea in its darkness, whence came those bass tones of the water's unknown emotion. A wind, cool, reminiscent of the wave wastes, made the women hold their wraps about their throats, and caused the men to grip the rims of their str

f a coward. At last, however, he saw them stop on the outer edge of the crowd and stand silently listening to t

" he beg

stantly and put her

u frightened me,"

now, I-I--"

ation that was greater the more that she contemplated the fact that she knew nothing of it. This couple, with their em

ually over-estimated the crisis, and felt that he might fall dying

walk on the beach

s not without the patronage which a man in his condition n

nd at this tragedy said that she wished

stinate. She wished to gaze at the sea, alone. The young man

went on without her. They

ful nice," s

" replied the yo

ilent for a

the gi

ngry at me

I was

. You wouldn't look

angry. I was o

confession seemed to make her very indigna

ndeed?" she said

e loved her to madness. And directly this poem, whic

the patience of her attitude, their hearts swelled

ght with a criminal heartlessness; but as they were joyous, they vaguely wondered how the purple se

r lanterns, flashing, fleeting, and careering, sang to them, sang a chorus

that the popcorn man, from his stand over in a corner, was keeping an eye upon the cashier's cage, and that no

zzie?" he demanded, a c

ociated long with Stimson, ha

-th'-house," he said with difficul

se?" snapp

, I s'pose," sai

d, to the tip of his tongue, and he bided the moment when his anger could fall up

e's L

ee minutes ago. They must have done it on purpose to bid me good-bye, for Lizzie waved her hand sadli

vent to a d

revolver, do you hear-what the de

try, and despite her misery, the training of years forced her to spring

-not-the-

me!" he roared again,

of hacks at the summer resort, but it was ages to him b

d, as he tumbled i

distanced a large number of citizens who had been running t

expanse and recognized a color in a bonnet and a pose of a head. A buggy was traveling along

to awaken, to become animated and fleet. The horse ceased to ruminate on his state, his air of reflection vanished. He became intent upon his aged legs and spread them in quaint and ridiculous devices for speed. The driver, his eyes shining, sat critically in his seat. He watche

metimes to the furious man when he is obliged to leave the battle to others.

it 'im hard, you fool!" His hand grasped the rod that supported the

bawled angry sentences. He began to feel impotent; his whole expedition was a tottering of an old man upon a trail of birds. A sense of age made him choke again with wrath. That other vehicle, that was youth, with youth's pace; it was swift-flying with the hope of dreams. He began to comprehend those two chil

n of intolerable length. The other vehicle was becoming s

rew rein to his horse

im

I guess,"

with the astonishment and grief of a man who has been defied by the universe. He had been in a great perspiration, and no

. It meant that at any ra

T IN

VAN COU

ld be made to crash through the brush and whirl past the trees to the lake below. On fragrant hemlock boughs they slept the sleep of unsuccessful fishermen, for upon th

When it came night and the hemlocks began to sob they had not returned. The little man sat close to his companion, the campfire, and encouraged it with logs. He puffed fiercely at a heavy built brier, and regarded a thousand shadows which were about to assault him. Suddenly he heard the approach of the unknown, crackling the twigs and

ad never before confronted the terrible and he could not wrest it from his breast. "Hah!" he roared. The bear interpreted this as the challenge of a gladiator. He approached warily. As he came near, the boots of fear were suddenly upon the little man's feet. He cried out and then darted a

es falls heavily upon the

he bear stopped and sniffed at the entrance. He sce

and took two bites, a punch and a hug before he, discovered his man was not in it. Then he grew not very angry, for a bear on a spree is not a black-haired pirate. He is merely a hoodlum. He lay down on his back, took the coat on his four paws and began to play uproariously with it. The most appalling, blood-curdling whoops and yells came to where the little man was crying in a treetop and froze his blood. He moaned a little speech meant for a prayer and clung convulsively to the bending branches. He gazed with

took flopping strides in the direction of the lake. Marvellous sounds came from within

mountain. So it came to pass that three men, clambering up the hill with bundles and baskets, saw their tent a

r blood stagnant. Below them it struck the base of a great pine tree, where it writhed and struggled. The three watched its convolutions a moment and then started terrifically for the top of t

ly smoking. They sprang at him and overwhelmed him with interrogations. He contemplated darkne

EN IN

EENS, AND A SULL

moment on the top of

n front of the campfire makin

t back to the city if we investigate

wer

t him. The four men took a lighted pine-knot and clambered over boulders down a hill

aid the l

r by crying that if the fat, pudgy man came after, he would be corked. But he finally adminis

, green-mossed, and dripping, sloped downward. In the cave atm

ions were not brave. They were last. The next one to the little man pushed him

emed alive and writhing. When the little man endeavored to stand erect the ceiling forced him down. Knobs and points came out and punche

he. At that moment he caught the gleam of tre

, "here's ano

, but it touched nothing. He investigated and discovered that the little c

nderously below him, lesser stone loosened by the men above him, hit him on the back. He gained seemingly firm foothold, and, turning halfway about, swore redly at his companions for dolts and careless fools. The pudgy

shouted. "Poor, painte

n. "Come down here and g

d with passion. He le

arrel upon a slippery incline, when the unknown is below. The fat man, having lost the support of one pillar-like foot, l

h the combined assault upon the little man. The adventurers whirled to the unknown in darkness. The little man felt that he was pitching to death, but even in his convolutions he bit and scratched at h

e corner, the smoke disappearing in a crack. In another corner was a bed of faded hemlock

not curse the little man, nor did the little man swear, in the abstrac

, stood a man. He was an infinitely sallow person in the brown-checked shirt of the ploughs and cows. The rest of his apparel was boots. A long grey beard dangled from his chin. He fixed glinting, fiery eyes upon the heap of men, and

d and crumpled as the dr

ly spoke. It was a true voice fro

ur ante,

aid the l

he chatter of a banshee in a storm or the rattle of pebbles in a

ast fearful eyes over their

ire!" s

!" said

the sacrifice,"

tec witch doctor,"

buncles. His voice arose to a howl of ferocity. "It's your ante!" With a panther-like motion he drew a long, thin knife and advanced, stooping. Two cad

put his hand

th a shivering look at

buncles

ong-dead spirits with voices. The shaking little man took a roll of bills from a pocket and placed "three ones" upon t

ker. The three other men crouched in a corner, and stared with eyes that gleamed with terror. Before them sat the ca

ttle man laid down his hand and quavered: "I c

screant." His voice grew so mighty that it could not fit his throat. He choked wrestling

rstwhile frozen companions felt their blood throb again. With great bounds they plunged after the little man. A minute o

prints of departing night lay on the pine trees. In front of

r approach. "Be you fellers

topped and debated among

pudgy man c

ou know anything peculiar

lerkins at once

aid the p

Gar

's t

etle farm. He uster go away to the city orften, and one time he got a-gamblin' in one of them there dens. He went ter the dickens right quick then. At last he

ted by the little man, who

n the doggoned, grey-haired red pirate," he shrilled, in a seething

eat tale when we get back to the city

il," replied t

MERIC M

F SULLIV

reaths curled slowly skyward, he was muttering to himself with his eyes fixed on an irregular black opening in the green wall of forest at

the devil it le

with his paw, he looked at the little man in a thoughtful manner. The little man threw a stone, an

ry to the pines. He sat a long time and contemplated the door to the forest. Finall

in a fringe of laurel, a tent was pitched, and merry flames caroused about some logs. A pudgy man was fum

es for three days. Wh

n with a roar: "Damne

eyed away. "I've been won

ha

in' what it leads to. Maybe, some disco

n idiot. It leads to ol' Jim Boy

ittle man, "I do

e. "Fool, what doe

sure it leads to something grea

h twigs. The pudgy man made an obviously herculean struggle and a meal was prepared. As he was

at that hole," cr

n to make smoke and regard the door to the forest. There was stillness for an hour.

ing his eye over the bowl to the doorway. Keeping his eyes fixed he slid dangerously to the foot of the hillock

utting out live things. The

lowed on over pine-clothed ridges and down through water-soaked swales. His shoes were cut by rocks o

des of ignorant bushes on his way to knolls and solitary trees which invited him. Once he came to a tall,

t, and said: "That's Jo

es from our camp a

great logs, golden-brown in decay, and was opposed by thickets of dark-green laurel. A brook

er in his walk. After a time

said.... "Still if I keep on in this direction, I a

tag-alders, and emerg

nta

on the summit. His mouth opened widely, and his body swaye

e sky and crooned. The sun sank in red silence, and the shadows of the pines grew formidable. The expec

n black shadows. The little man shook himself and started to his feet, cryi

l on h

n, he immediately s

s co

ain was a

thick growth. He felt his brain turning to wa

came again to the

it's been follerin'

pward made circles

he mountain about to crush his head, he sprang again to his

dly. The pebbles rang again

forced him back and stones slid from beneath his feet. The peak swayed and tottered,

iately he swaggered with valor to the edge of the

n horizon, edged sharp

e's Boyd's house and

nder his feet

SN

a mere winding line traced through a tangle. There was no interference by clouds, and as the rays of the sun fell full upon the

wled with the rocks. They followed the deep line of the path across the ridges. The d

s of a sudden death, this sound seemed to touch the man at the nape of the neck, at the top of the spine, and change him, as swift as thought, to a statue of listening horror, surpr

nguided, sought for a stick of weight and strength. Presently they closed about one that seemed adequate, and holding this weapon poised before

ambushed. With a blanched face, he sprang forward and his breath came in strained gasps, his chest heaving as if he

to face the danger. He had no knowledge of paths; he had no wit to tell him to slink noiselessly into the bushes. He knew that his implacable enemies were approaching; no doubt they were seeking him, hun

Beware!

centuries. This was another detail of a war that had begun evidently when first there were men and snakes. Individuals who do not participate in this strife incur the investigations of scientists. Once there was a man and a snake who were friends, and at the end, the man lay dead with the marks of the snake's caress just over his East Indian heart. In the formation of devices, hideous and horrible, Nature reached he

ade the man feel with tenfold eloquence the touch of the death-fingers at the nape of his neck. The reptile's head was waving slowly

Beware!

upon the snake's head and hurled him so that steel-colored plates were for a moment uppermost. But he rallied swiftly, agilely, and again the head and neck bended back to the double curve, and the steaming, wide-open mouth made its desperate effort to reach its enemy. This attack, it could be

close quarters. He gripped the stick with his two hands and made it speed like a flail. The snake, tumbl

. The hair upon his neck and back moved and ruffled as if a sharp wind was blowing, the last muscular quivers of the snake were causing the rattles to s

the dog with a grin of victory, "we'll

ck under the body of the snake and hoisted the limp thing upon it. He resumed his ma

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PTE

rutable. This made them appear very stony-hearted to the sufferings of one of whose existence, to be sure, they were entirely unaware, and I remember taking great pleasure in disliking them heartily for it. I was in an agony of mind over my baggage, or my luggage, or my-perhaps it is well to shy around this terrible international question; but I remember that when I was a lad I was told that there was a whole nation that

pour his advantages upon my bowed head until I am drenched with his superiority. It was in my education to concede some license of the kind in this case, but the holy father of a porter and the saintly cabman occupied the middle distance imperturbably, and did not come down from their hills to clout me with knowledge. From this fact I experien

he square inch of me than there were shillings to the square inch of them. Nor yet was it any manner of palpable warm-heartedness or other natural virtue. But it was a perfect artificial virtue; it was drill, plain, simple drill. And now was I

as a matter of fact I did not see them for some days, and at this time they did not concern me at all. I was born in London at a railroad station, and my new vision encompassed a porter and a

PTE

illuminations at best, merely being little pale flares of gas that at their most heroic periods could only display one fact concerning this tunnel-the fact of general direction. But at any rate I should have liked to have observed the dejection of a search-light if it had been called

ke that wild clatter which I knew so well. New York in fact, roars always like ten thousand devils. We have ingenuous and simple ways of making a din in New York that cause the stranger to conclude that each citizen is obliged by statu

a humming contributed inevitably by closely-gathered thousands, and yet on second thoughts it was to me silence. I had perched my ears for the note of London, the sound made simpl

one of us seemed to question this row as a certain consequence of three or four million people living together and scuffling for coin, with more agility, perhaps, but otherwise in the usual way. However, after this easy silence

gallop over the land, thundering and thundering, would give up the idea of thunder at once if i

PTE

es really a cannon in which a man finds that he has paid shillings for the privilege of serving as a projectile. I was making a rapid calculation of the arc that I would describe in my flight, when the horse met his crisis with a masterly device that I could not have imagined. He tranquilly

e could be two skaters like him in the world. He deserved to be known and publicly praised for this accomplishment. It was worthy of many records and exhibitions. But when the cab arrived at a place where some dipping streets met, and the flaming front of a music-hall temporarily widened my cylinder, behold there were many cabs, and as the moment of nece

to conjure memories of skating parties on moonlit lakes, with laughter rin

PTE

h filled me with expectations of horses going headlong. Finally it happened just in front. There was a shout and a tangle in the darkness, and presently a prostrate cab hors

ild project of some kind. The Congressman eluded him with skill, and his rage and despair ultimately culminated

He was plainly impotent; he was deprived of the power of looking out. There was nothing now f

my cylinder, and as they appeared spoke to the author or the victim of the calamity in varied terms of displeasure. Each of these reproaches was couche

hing in his mind which approached these senti

ligatory dance which the Indians had to perform before they went to war. These men had come to help, but as

word. This, too, to me seemed to be an obedience to a recognized form. He was the vis

it carefully under the prostrate thing. From this panting, quivering mass they suddenly and emphatically reconstructed a h

PTE

of the more idle phases of civilization to which America has not yet awakened-and it is a matter of no moment if she remains unaware. This matter of hats is one of them. I recall a legend recited to me by an esteemed friend, ex-Sheriff of Tin Can, Nevada. Jim Cortright, one of the best gun-fighters in town, went on a journey to Chi

e carpenters went to work the next morning, and an order for the balls and pins was telegraphed to Denver.

ling alleys at his mother's knee or even later in the mines. This portion of his mind

would shoot first at the hat, he came upon this long, low shanty where Tin Can was betting itself hoarse over a game betw

Of course, he saw that the supreme moment had come. They were not only shooting at the hat and at him, but the low-down cusses were using the most ext

a number of other fights, and that finally a delegation of prominent citizens was obliged to wait upon Cortright and ask him if he wouldn't take that thing away somewhere and bury it. Jim pointed out to them that it was his hat, and that he would regard

them, and had declared his purpose of forcing his top-hat on the pained attention of Tin Ca

him and borrowed the hat. He had been drinking heavily at the "Red Light," and was in a supremely reckless mood. With the terrible gear hanging jauntily over his eye and his two guns dr

aunted once too often. When Spike Foster's friends came to carry him away they foun

hat he believed he owe

his election to the

ve and prominent par

eedi

eys from the citizens, save in the most aggravating cases. It is at present usually a matter of mere jibe and general contempt. The East, however, despite a great deal of kicking and gouging,

hemselves. Philosophy should always know that indifference is a militant thing. It batters down the walls of cities, and murders the women and children amid flames and the pur

of these young men. We dive down alleys so t

ell. In fact, I grovelled in my corner that I might not see the cruel stateliness of his passing. But in the meantime he had crossed the street, a

te, and now I added a young man in a top-hat who would tacitly admit that the beings around him were alive. He was not

f a class. It was the property of rogues, clerks, theatrical agents, damned seducers, poor men, nobles, and others. In fact, it was the universal rigging. It was

PTE

. She was ultimately induced to open the window a trifle. "What nyme, please?" she said wearily. I was surprised to hear this language from her. I had expected to b

hing, and in it a man could invoke the passing of a lazy pageant of twenty years of his life. The dignity of a coffin being lowered into a grave surrounded the ultimate appearance of the lift. The expert we in America call the elevator-boy stepped from

journey would, I believe, suffer a mental amalgamation. The overhang of a common fate, a great principal fact, can make an equality and a truce between any pair. Yet

great sea of night, in which

PTE

in economy of apparel, I went to a window to look upon day-lit London. There were the 'buses parading the streets with the miens of elepha

all; it is a great potent noise hauled by two or more horses. When a magazine containing an illustration of a New York street is sent to me, I always

e. The cabman's next remark was addressed to a boy who took a perilous dive between the byby's nose and a cab in front. "That's roight. Put your head in there and get it jammed-a whackin good place for it, I should think." Although the tone was low and circumspect, I have never heard a better off-handed declamation. Ev

four torrents converging at a point, and when four torrents conve

the management of the traffic-as the phrase goes-to be distinctly illuminating and wonderful.

will commute in fractions. I have now learned that 756 rights-of-way cannot operate simultaneously at one point. Right-of-way, li

nd them to see if their orders were to be obeyed; they knew they were to be obeyed. These four torrents were dril

le closely and his face was as afire with intelligence as a flannel pin-cushion. It was not

TER

the same interest in my invention that I have in a certain kind of mustard. And yet this mustard has become a part of me. Or, I have become a part of this mustard. Further, I know more of an ink, a brand of hams, a kind of cigarette, and a novelist than any man living. I went by train to

heir mercy. If I want to know where I am I must find the definitive sign. This acc

nd streets and stations, even as the chemist consults the labels on his bottles and boxes.

an unbridled strategy in his attack with his new corset or whatever upon the defensive public. He knows that the vulnerable point is the informatory sign which the c

ake the Sanscrit scholar heed my creat

OTCH E

ere of old would prance an exuberant processional of gods, is, in this case, bare of decoration, but upon the epistyle is written in simple, stern letters the word "EUSTON." The legend reared high by the gloomy Pelagic columns stares down a wide avenue, In short, this entrance

burbs and a hundred towns along the line, and Liverpool, the beginning of an important sea-path to America, and the great manufacturing cities of the North; but if one stands at this gate in August particularly, one must note the number of men with gun-cases, the number of

luggage. America provides a contrivance in a thousand situations where Europe provides a man or perhaps a number of men, and the work of our brass check is here done by porters, directed by the traveler himself. The men lack the memory of the check; the check never forgets its identity. Moreover, the European r

There was a group of porters placing luggage in the van, and a great many others were busy with the affairs of passengers, tossing smaller bits of luggage into the racks over the seats, and bustling here and there on short quests.

had climbed down from the cab and raised his hand, ready to transfer a signal to the driver, who stood looking at his watch. In the interval there had something progressed in the large signal box that stands guard at Euston. This high house contains many levers, standing in thick, shining ranks. It perfectly resembles an organ in some great church, if it were not that these rows of numbered and in

f those proper semaphores which gave him liberty to speak to his steel friend. A certain combination in the economy of the London and Northwestern Railway, a combination which had spread from the men who sweep out t

and sprang forward impetuously. A wrong-headed or maddened draft-horse will plunge in its collar sometimes when going up a hill. But this load of burdened carriages followed imperturbably at the gait of turtles. They were not to be stirred from their way of dignified exit by the impatient engine. The crowd of porters and transient people stood respectful. They looked with the indefinite wonder of the railway-station sight-

this heavy string of coaches, the engine breathed explosively. It gasped, and heaved, and bellowed;

he train's mission, tacitly presented arms at its passing. To the travelers in the carriages, the suburbs of London must have been one long monotony

ack, for instance, the sound doubtless would strike the ear in the familiar succession of incredibly rapid puffs; but in the cab itself, this land-racer breathes very like its friend, the marine engine. Everybody who has spent time on shipboard has forever in

alon in comparison with his brother in Europe. The man who was guiding this five-hundred-ton bolt, aimed by the officials of the railway at Scotland, could not have been as comfortable as a shrill gibbering boatman of the Orient. The narrow and bare bench at his side of the cab was not directly intended for his use, because it was so low that he would be prevented by it from looking out of the ship's port-hole which served him as a window. The fireman, on his side, had other difficulties. His legs would have had to straggle over some pipes at the only spot whe

ndon and Carlisle forty-nine and nine-tenth miles an hour. It is a distance of 299 miles. There is one stop. It occurs at Crewe, a

e there is a clear reason. It is known to every traveler that peoples of the Continent of Europe have no right at all to own railways. Those lines of tra

because of the fact that we were suddenly obliged to build thousands upon thousands of miles of railway, and the English were obliged to build slowly tens upon tens of miles. A road-bed from New York to San Francisco, with stations, bridges, and crossings of the kind

y leading from ruin to ruin. Of course this does not always seem convincingly admirable. It sometimes resembles energy poured into a rat-hole. There is a vale between expediency and the convenience of posterity, a mid-ground which enables men surely to benefit the hereafter people by valiantly advancing the present; and the point is that, if some laborers live in unhealthy tenements in Cornwall, one is likely to view with incomplete satisfaction the record of long and patient labor and thought displayed by an eight-foot drain for a nonexistent, impossible rivulet in the North. This sentence does not sound strictly

in the nature of a triumphal procession conducted at thrilling speed. Perhaps there was a curve of infinite grace, a sudden hollow explosive effect made by the passing of a signal-box that was close to the track, and then the deadly lunge to shave the edge of a long platform. There were always a number of people standing afar, with their eyes riveted upon this projectile, and to be on the engine was to feel their interest and admiration in the terror and grandeur of this sweep. A boy allowed to ride with the driver of the band-wagon as a circus parade winds through one of our village streets coul

. Once, indeed, as he stood wiping his fingers on a bit of waste, there must have been something ludicrous in the way the solitary passenger regar

evers. He seldom changed either attitude or expression. There surely is no engine-driver who does not feel the beauty of the business, but the emotion lies deep, and mainly inarticulate, as it does in the mind of a man who has experienced a good and beautiful wife for many years. This driver's face displayed nothing but the cool s

ut for outright performance, carried on constantly, coolly, and without elation, by a temperate, honest, clear-minded man, he is the further point. And so the lone human at his station in a cab, guarding money, lives, and the honor of the road, is a beautiful sight. The whole thing is aesthetic. The fireman

man is continually swinging open the furnace-door, whereat a red shine flows out upon the floor of the cab, and shoveling in immense mouthfuls of coal to a fire that is almost diabolic in its madness. The feeding, feeding, fe

great that in effect one was simply standing at the center of a vast, black-walled sphere. The tubular construction which one's reason proclaimed had no meaning at all. It was a black sphere, alive with shrieks. But then on the surface of it there was to be seen a little needle-point of light, and this widened to a detail of unreal landscape. It was the world; the train was going to escape from this c

bursting from it. This square expanded until it hid everything, and a moment later came the crash of the passing. It was enough to make a man lo

irling then heels over head, apparently in the dark, echoing bowels of the ea

h of England on one of the four tracks. The overtaking of such a train was a thing of magnificent nothing for the long-strided engine, and as the flying express passed its weaker brother, one heard one or two feeble a

numerable engines noisily pushing cars here and there, crowds of workmen who turned to look, a sinuous curve around the long train-shed, whose high wall resounded with the rumble of the passing express; and then, almost immediately, it seemed, came the open country again. Rugby had been a dream which one could pro

dining-room for the third-class passengers. They were separated by the kitchens and the larder. The engine, with all its rioting and roaring, had dragged to Crewe a car in which numbers of passengers were lunching in a tranquility that was almost domestic, on an average menu of a chop and potatoes, a salad, cheese, and a bottle of beer. Betimes they watched through the w

e nothing. The corridors are all at one side of the car. Doors open thence to little compartments made to seat four, or perhaps six, persons. The first-class carriages are very comfortable indeed, being heavily upholstered in dark, hard-wearing stuffs, with a bulging rest for the head

open negotiations for tea or whatever. A new function has been projected on an ancient custom. No genius has yet appeared to separate these two meanings. Each bell rings an alarm and a bid for tea or whatever. It is perfect in theory then that, if one rings for tea, the guard comes to interrupt the murder, and that i

North was much smaller than the others, but her cab was much larger, and would be a fair shelter on a stormy night. They had also built seats with hooks by which they hang them to the rail, and thus are still enabled to see t

cks of light from the carriages marked on the dimmed ground. The signals were now lamps,

uld hardly imagine as weltering in the dewy placidity of evening sank to the rear as if the gods had bade them. The dark loom of a house quickly dissolved before the eyes. A station with its lamps became a broad yellow band that, to a deficient sense, was only a few yards in length. Below, in a deep valley, a silver glare on the waters of a river

aching chimneys emit roseate flames. At last one may see upon a wall the strong reflection from furnaces, and against it the impish and inky figures of workingmen. A

The average speed of forty-nine and one-third miles each hour had been made, and it remained on

and then there shone a great blaze of arc-lamps, defining the wide sweep of the station roof. Smoothly, proudly, with all that vast dignity which had su

may have floated dim images of the traditional music-halls, the b

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