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Chapter 9
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’Butwhatdotheydowhentheygetthere?’
’Oh,hangaround--andhaveteainsomefinetea-placeliketheMikado--andgotothePallyorthepicturesortheEmpire,withsomegirl.Thegirlsareasfreeasthelads.Theydojustwhattheylike.’
’Andwhatdotheydowhentheyhaven’tthemoneyforthesethings?’
’Theyseemtogetit,somehow.Andtheybegintalkingnastythen.ButIdon’tseehowyou’regoingtogetbolshevism,whenalltheladswantisjustmoneytoenjoythemselves,andthegirlsthesame,withfineclothes:andtheydon’tcareaboutanotherthing.Theyhaven’tthebrainstobesocialists.Theyhaven’tenoughseriousnesstotakeanythingreallyserious,andtheyneverwillhave.’
Conniethought,howextremelylikealltherestoftheclassesthelowerclassessounded.Justthesamethingoveragain,TevershallorMayfairorKensington.Therewasonlyoneclassnowadays:moneyboys.Themoneyboyandthemoneygirl,theonlydifferencewashowmuchyou’dgot,andhowmuchyouwanted.
UnderMrsBolton’sinfluence,Cliffordbegantotakeanewinterestinthemines.Hebegantofeelhebelonged.Anewsortofself-assertioncameintohim.Afterall,hewastherealbossinTevershall,hewasreallythepits.Itwasanewsenseofpower,somethinghehadtillnowshrunkfromwithdread.
Tevershallpitswererunningthin.Therewereonlytwocollieries:Tevershallitself,andNewLondon.Tevershallhadoncebeenafamousmine,andhadmadefamousmoney.Butitsbestdayswereover.NewLondonwasneververyrich,andinordinarytimesjustgotalongdecently.
