These Twain
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Arnold Bennett. These Twain
BOOK I. THE WOMAN IN THE HOUSE
CHAPTER I. THE HOUSE
CHAPTER II. HILDA ON THE STAIRS
CHAPTER III. ATTACK AND REPULSE
CHAPTER IV. THE WORD
CHAPTER V. TERTIUS INGPEN
CHAPTER VI. HUSBAND AND WIFE
CHAPTER VII. THE TRUCE
CHAPTER VIII. THE FAMILY AT HOME
CHAPTER IX. THE WEEK-END
CHAPTER X. THE ORGREAVE CALAMITY
BOOK II. THE PAST
CHAPTER XI. LITHOGRAPHY
CHAPTER XII. DARTMOOR
CHAPTER XIII. THE DEPARTURE
CHAPTER XIV. TAVY MANSION
CHAPTER XV. THE PRISON
CHAPTER XVI. THE GHOST
BOOK III. EQUILIBRIUM
CHAPTER XVII. GEORGE'S EYES
CHAPTER XVIII. AUNTIE HAMPS SENTENCED
CHAPTER XIX. DEATH AND BURIAL
CHAPTER XX. THE DISCOVERY
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In the year 1892 Bleakridge, residential suburb of Bursley, was still most plainly divided into old and new, – that is to say, into the dull red or dull yellow with stone facings, and the bright red with terra cotta gimcrackery. Like incompatible liquids congealed in a pot, the two components had run into each other and mingled, but never mixed.
Paramount among the old was the house of the Member of Parliament, near the top of the important mound that separates Hanbridge from Bursley. The aged and widowed Member used the house little, but he kept it up, and sometimes came into it with an unexpectedness that extremely flattered the suburb. Thus you might be reading in the morning paper that the Member had given a lunch in London on the previous day to Cabinet Ministers and ladies as splendid as the Countess of Chell, and-glancing out of the window-you might see the Member himself walking down Trafalgar Road, sad, fragile, sedately alert, with his hands behind him, or waving a gracious hand to an acquaintance. Whereupon you would announce, not apathetically: "Member's gone down to MacIlvaine's!" ('MacIlvaine's being the works in which the Member had an interest) and there would perhaps be a rush to the window. Those were the last great days of Bleakridge.
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"Now, Auntie," the tingling woman warned Auntie Hamps as one powerful individuality may warn another, "don't worry about us. You know we're not great chapel-goers."
She spoke the astounding words gaily, but firmly. She could be firm, and even harsh, in her triumphant happiness. Edwin knew that she detested Auntie Hamps. Auntie Hamps no doubt also knew it. In their mutual smilings, so affable, so hearty, so appreciative, apparently so impulsive, the hostility between them gleamed mysteriously like lightning in sunlight.
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