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           ThecarplougheduphillthroughthelongsqualidstraggleofTevershall,theblackenedbrickdwellings,theblackslateroofsglisteningtheirsharpedges,themudblackwithcoal-dust,thepavementswetandblack.Itwasasifdismalnesshadsoakedthroughandthrougheverything.Theutternegationofnaturalbeauty,theutternegationofthegladnessoflife,theutterabsenceoftheinstinctforshapelybeautywhicheverybirdandbeasthas,theutterdeathofthehumanintuitivefacultywasappalling.Thestacksofsoapinthegrocers’shops,therhubarbandlemonsinthegreengrocers!theawfulhatsinthemilliners!allwentbyugly,ugly,ugly,followedbytheplaster-and-gilthorrorofthecinemawithitswetpictureannouncements,’AWoman’sLove!’,andthenewbigPrimitivechapel,primitiveenoughinitsstarkbrickandbigpanesofgreenishandraspberryglassinthewindows.TheWesleyanchapel,higherup,wasofblackenedbrickandstoodbehindironrailingsandblackenedshrubs.TheCongregationalchapel,whichthoughtitselfsuperior,wasbuiltofrusticatedsandstoneandhadasteeple,butnotaveryhighone.Justbeyondwerethenewschoolbuildings,expensivepinkbrick,andgravelledplaygroundinsideironrailings,allveryimposing,andfixingthesuggestionofachapelandaprison.StandardFivegirlswerehavingasinginglesson,justfinishingthela-me-doh-laexercisesandbeginninga’sweetchildren’ssong’.Anythingmoreunlikesong,spontaneoussong,wouldbeimpossibletoimagine:astrangebawlingyellthatfollowedtheoutlinesofatune.