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Well, they wouldn't be many; this was not a place that made old bones.

She could not write, and only in the early days had an occasional newspaper reached him, on which, alongside the Queen's head, she had put the mark they had agreed on, to show that she was still alive.

He would probably never see her again, but would end his days where he was.

He had been a lamplighter in the old country, and for many years had known no more arduous task than that of tramping round certain streets three times daily, ladder on shoulder, bitch at heel, to attend the little flames that helped to dispel the London dark.

No hope: both drives had fallen in; the bottom of the shaft was blocked.

Their shouts drawing no response, the younger and nimbler of the two—he was a mere boy, for all his amazing growth of beard—put his foot in the bucket and went down on the rope, kicking off the sides of the shaft with his free foot.

A group of diggers, gathering round the pit-head, waited for the tug at the rope.

All but one: a lean and haggard-looking man of some five and forty, who was known to his comrades as Long Jim.