The town centre is now a system of one-way streets.
A prune is a shrivelled plum.
Here is to the fruit of Pem, Grafted upon Stub his stem, With the Peakish nicety, And old Sherewood's vicety
And then, as if to prove that we are not always on the drink, or “whipping the cat, or committing suicide,” that we can love and live for others besides self, Neaves' mate came down from the little rise beyond the sliprails, where he had spent his day carving a headstone out of a rough slab of wood that now stood at the head of our sick traveller's grave.
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