The water-Kids, by Charles Kingsley

It passed through the pitmen’s village, all shut-up and you may hushed today, and from the turnpike; and therefore the had been in the actual nation, and plodding across the black colored dirty road, anywhere between black colored slag walls, without sound nevertheless groaning and you will thumping of one’s pit-engine within the next occupation.

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