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V –––––––– We stood at the corner of the side-street and the main road, and down the main road a vast, white rectangular cube of bright light came plunging—its head rising and dipping—at express speed, and with a formidable roar. Mr Brindley imperiously raised his stick; the extraordinary box of light stopped as if by a miracle, and we jumped into it, having splashed through mud, and it plunged off again—bump, bump, bump—into the town of Bursley. As Mr Brindley passed into the interior of the car, he said laconically to two men who were smoking on the platform— 'How do, Jim? How do, Jo?' And they responded laconically— 'How do, Bob?' 'How do, Bob?' We sat down. Mr Brindley pointed to the condition of the floor. 'Cheerful, isn't it?' he observed to me, shouting above the din of vibr