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           Assheroseontothehighcountry,shecouldseeonherleft,onaheightabovetherollingland,theshadowy,powerfulbulkofWarsopCastle,darkgrey,withbelowitthereddishplasteringofminers’dwellings,newish,andbelowthosetheplumesofdarksmokeandwhitesteamfromthegreatcollierywhichputsomanythousandpoundsperannumintothepocketsoftheDukeandtheothershareholders.Thepowerfuloldcastlewasaruin,yetithungitsbulkonthelowsky-line,overtheblackplumesandthewhitethatwavedonthedampairbelow.

           Aturn,andtheyranonthehighleveltoStacksGate.StacksGate,asseenfromthehighroad,wasjustahugeandgorgeousnewhotel,theConingsbyArms,standingredandwhiteandgiltinbarbarousisolationofftheroad.Butifyoulooked,yousawontheleftrowsofhandsome’modern’dwellings,setdownlikeagameofdominoes,withspacesandgardens,aqueergameofdominoesthatsomeweird’masters’wereplayingonthesurprisedearth.Andbeyondtheseblocksofdwellings,attheback,rosealltheastonishingandfrighteningoverheaderectionsofareallymodernmine,chemicalworksandlonggalleries,enormous,andofshapesnotbeforeknowntoman.Thehead-stockandpit-bankofthemineitselfwereinsignificantamongthehugenewinstallations.Andinfrontofthis,thegameofdominoesstoodforeverinasortofsurprise,waitingtobeplayed.

           ThiswasStacksGate,newonthefaceoftheearth,sincethewar.