He dreamed his pastoral dreams in the deafening clangor of the shops at Crewe, but not ten thousand hammers could beat out of his brain the faith that life was really-little as one might suppose it, j...

He dreamed his pastoral dreams in the deafening clangor of the shops at Crewe, but not ten thousand hammers could beat out of his brain the faith that life was really-little as one might suppose it, just looking at it from Crewe-full of the most beautiful and delicate possibilities, and that, somehow or other, people got from life what they chose to take...