He got down rather cramped and stiff, and, as it was still early, started
for a stroll about the streets to stretch his legs, and see what was going
on, glad that he had not to preach in the morning, and would have all the
afternoon to go over his sermon once more in that dreary memory of his. The
streets were brilliant with gas, for Saturday was always a sort of market-
night, and at that moment they were crowded with girls going merrily home
from the paper-mill at the close of the week's labour. To Blatherwick, who
had very little sympathy with gladness of any sort, the sight only called
up by contrast the very different scene on which his eyes would look down
the next evening from the vantage coigne of the pulpit, in a church filled
with an eminently respectable congregation--to which he would be setting
forth the results of certain late geographical discoveries and local
identifications, not knowing that already even later discoveries had
rendered all he was about to say more than doubtful.
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