He had been one of a number whose aim it
had been during the preceding week to bring light and happiness into
the lives of the inhabitants of Putney. They had been obviously
appreciated, as the collection for the week had amounted to between
seventy and eighty pounds. A proper share of this fine result Mr.
Thurston naturally appropriated to his own efforts. His long
tapering fingers were not so clean as they might have been, but this
did not prevent him from waving them in the air and pointing them at
imaginary Putney citizens whom he evoked in support of his
statements.
"We 'ad a reelly thumpin' meeting on Thursday--Town Hall--One for
the women in the small 'all hand one for the men in the Main Hall.
Almost no opposition you might say, and when it came to the Hymn
singing it fairly took the roof off. A lot of 'em stopped
afterwards--one lad of eighteen or so is coming over to us 'ere.
Butcher's apprentice. Says 'e's felt the Lord pressing him a long
way back but the flesh held him. Might work him up into a very
useful lad with the Lord's help. Thank you, Mrs. Warlock, I will try
a bit more of that cold beef if you don't mind.
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