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The Deeds of Denry the Audacious by Arnold Bennett, author of “Clayhanger” CONTENTSChapter 1. The DanceChapter 2. The Widow Hullins’s HouseChapter 3. The PantechniconChapter 4. Wrecking of a LifeChapter 5. The Mercantile MarineChapter 6. His BurglaryChapter 7. The Rescuer of DamesChapter 8. Raising a WigwamChapter 9. The Great Newspaper WarChapter 10. His InfamyChapter 11. In the AlpsChapter 12. The Supreme Honour Chapter 1. The DanceEdward Henry Machin first saw the smoke on the 27th May, 1867, in Brougham Street, Bursley, the most ancient of the Five Towns. Brougham Street runs down from St. Luke’s Square straight into the Shropshire Union Canal, and consists partly of buildings known as “potbanks” (until they come to be sold by auction, when auctioneers describe them as “extensive earthenware manufactories”) and partly of cottages whose highest rent is four-and-six a week. In such surroundings was an extraordinary man born. He was the only anxiety of a widowed mother, who gained her livelihood and his by making up “ladies’ own materials” in ladies’ own houses. Mrs. Machin, however, had a specialty apart from her vocation; she could wash flannel with less shrinking than any other woman in the district, and she could wash fine lace without ruining it; thus often she came to sew and remained to wash. A somewhat gloomy woman; thin, with a tongue! But I liked her. She saved a certain amount of time every day by addressing her son as Denry instead of Edward Henry.Not intellectual, not industrious, Denry would have maintained the average dignity of labour on a potbank had he not at the age of twelve won a scholarship from the Board School to the Endowed School. He owed his triumph to audacity rather than learning, and to chance rather than design. On the second day of the examination he happened to arrive in the examination room ten minutes too soon for the afternoon sitting. He wandered about the place exercising his curiosity, and reached the master’s desk. On the desk was a tabulated form with names of candidates and the number of marks achieved by each in each subject of the previous day. He had done badly in Geography, and saw seven marks against his name in the geographical column, out of a possible thirty. The figures had been written in pencil. The very pencil lay on the desk. He picked it up, glanced at the door and at the rows of empty desks, and wrote a neat “2” in front of the 7; then he strolled innocently forth and came back late. His trick ought to have been found out—the odds were against him—but it was not found out. Of course it was dishonest. Yes, but I will not agree that Denry was uncommonly vicious. Every schoolboy is dishonest, by the adult standard. If I knew an honest schoolboy I would begin to count my silver spoons as he grew up. All is fair between schoolboys and schoolmasters. (Continued...)