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These words put every man whom they surprised into a state of unusual

animation; and they surprised most of the company. It may be doubted

whether a female clog-dancer had ever footed it in Bursley. Several

public-houses possessed local champions--of a street, of a village--but

these were emphatically not women. Enoch Peake had arranged this daring

item in the course of his afternoon's business at Cocknage Gardens, Mr

Offlow being an expert in ratting terriers, and Mrs Offlow happening to

be on a tour with her husband through the realms of her championship, a

tour which mingled the varying advantages derivable from terriers,

recitations, and clogs. The affair was therefore respectable beyond

cavil.

Nevertheless when Florence shone suddenly at the service-door, the

shortness of her red-and-black velvet skirts, and the undeniable

complete visibility of her rounded calves produced an uneasy and

agreeable impression that Enoch Peake, for a chairman of the Mutual

Burial Club, had gone rather far, superbly far, and that his moral

ascendancy over Louisa Loggerheads must indeed be truly astonishing.

Louisa now stood gravely behind the dancer, in the shadow of the

doorway, and the contrast between her and Florence was in every way

striking enough to prove what a wonderful and mysterious man Enoch Peake

was. Florence was accustomed to audiences. She was a pretty, doll-like

woman, if inclined to amplitude; but the smile between those shaking

golden ringlets had neither the modesty nor the false modesty nor the

docility that Bursley was accustomed to think proper to the face of

woman. It could have stared down any man in the place, except perhaps

Mr Peake.

The gestures of Mr Offlow, and her gestures, as he arranged and

prepared the surface of the little square dancing-board that was her

throne, showed that he was the husband of Florence Simcox rather than

she the wife of Offlow the reciter and dog-fancier. Further, it was his

role to play the concertina to her: he had had to learn the concertina--

possibly a secret humiliation for one whose judgement in terriers was

not excelled in many public-houses.

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