It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it; a town of machinery and tall chimneys, out of which interminable serpents of smoke trailed themselves for ever and ever, and never got uncoiled.
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"I have been a-wandering, as the fly says, and I have seen many things."
"He was a man who, if he had a mind to do a thing, would do it."
"I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it."
"It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade."
"I have known a vast quantity of nonsense talked about bad men not looking you in the face. Don't trust that conventional idea. Dishonesty will stare honesty out of countenance, any day in the week, if…"
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