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           Whatnext?

           Conniealwaysfelttherewasnonext.Shewantedtohideherheadinthesand:or,atleast,inthebosomofalivingman.

           Theworldwassocomplicatedandweirdandgruesome!Thecommonpeopleweresomany,andreallysoterrible.Soshethoughtasshewasgoinghome,andsawthecollierstrailingfromthepits,grey-black,distorted,oneshoulderhigherthantheother,slurringtheirheavyironshodboots.Undergroundgreyfaces,whitesofeyesrolling,neckscringingfromthepitroof,shouldersoutofshape.Men!Men!Alas,insomewayspatientandgoodmen.Inotherways,non-existent.Somethingthatmenshouldhavewasbredandkilledoutofthem.Yettheyweremen.Theybegotchildren.Onemightbearachildtothem.Terrible,terriblethought!Theyweregoodandkindly.Buttheywereonlyhalf,Onlythegreyhalfofahumanbeing.Asyet,theywere’good’.Buteventhatwasthegoodnessoftheirhalfness.Supposingthedeadinthemeverroseup!Butno,itwastooterribletothinkof.Conniewasabsolutelyafraidoftheindustrialmasses.Theyseemedsoweirdtoher.Alifewithutterlynobeautyinit,nointuition,always’inthepit’.

           Childrenfromsuchmen!OhGod,ohGod!

           YetMellorshadcomefromsuchafather.Notquite.Fortyyearshadmadeadifference,anappallingdifferenceinmanhood.Theironandthecoalhadeatendeepintothebodiesandsoulsofthemen.

           Incarnateugliness,andyetalive!Whatwouldbecomeofthemall?Perhapswiththepassingofthecoaltheywoulddisappearagain,offthefaceoftheearth.