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A Mummer's Wife by George (George Augustus) Moore
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He had never seen a town before composed entirely of brick and iron. A town
of work; a town in which the shrill scream of the steam train as it rolled
solemnly up the incline seemed to be man's cry of triumph over vanquished
nature.

After looking about him, Mr. Lennox said, 'What I object to in the town is
that there's nothing to do. And it's so blazing hot; for goodness' sake let
us get under the shadow of a wall.'

Kate smiled, and as they crossed over they both wiped their faces.

'There are the potteries,' she said, referring to Mr. Lennox's complaint
that there was nothing to do in the town. 'Everybody that comes to Hanley
goes to see them; but the best are in Stoke.'

'I'm sure I'm not going to Stoke to see potteries,' he answered decisively,
'but if there are any at Hanley I dare say I shall turn in some afternoon.
I've heard some of our people say they are worth seeing. But,' he added, as
if a sudden thought had struck him, 'I might go now; I've nothing to do for
the next couple of hours. How far are the nearest?'

Kate told him that Powell and Jones's works were close by in the High
Street. She pointed out the way, but, failing to make Mr. Lennox understand
her, she consented to go with him. He had a kind, soft manner of speaking
which drew Kate towards him almost as if he had taken her in his arms, and
it was astonishing how intimate they had grown in the last few minutes.

'It doesn't look very interesting,' he said, as they stopped before an
archway and looked into a yard filled with straw and packing-cases.
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