"l've seed the world at last ... Great glass windows to the shops,
and great clouds in the sky, full of rain, and old wooden trees in the
country round. ... And the people of Bath ... never need to light their
fires except as a luxury, for the water springs up out of the earth ready
boiled for use. They drink nothing else there ... and seem to enjoy it,
to see how they swaller it down. ... And there were great large houses,
and more people all the week long than at Weatherbury club-walking on White
Tuesdays. And I went to grand churches and chapels. And how the parson
would pray! Yes; he would kneel down and put up his hands together, and
make the holy gold rings on his fingers gleam and twinkle in yer eyes,
that he'd earned by praying so excellent well!"´