Caer Madoc Is A Sleepy Little Welsh Town, Lying Two Miles From The Sea
Coast. Far Removed From The Busy Centres Of Civilisation, Where The
Battle Of Life Breeds Keen Wits And Deep Interests, It Is Still, In The
Opinion Of Its Inhabitants, Next To London, The Most Important Place In
The United Kingdom. It Has Its Church And Three Chapels, Its Mayor And
Corporation, Jail, Town Hall, And Market-Place; But, More Especially,
It Has Its Fairs, And Awakes To Spasmodic Jollity On Such Occasions,
Which Come Pretty Often--Quite Ten Times In The Year. In The Interims
It Resigns Itself Contentedly To Its Normal State Of Lethargy.
Coast. Far Removed From The Busy Centres Of Civilisation, Where The
Battle Of Life Breeds Keen Wits And Deep Interests, It Is Still, In The
Opinion Of Its Inhabitants, Next To London, The Most Important Place In
The United Kingdom. It Has Its Church And Three Chapels, Its Mayor And
Corporation, Jail, Town Hall, And Market-Place; But, More Especially,
It Has Its Fairs, And Awakes To Spasmodic Jollity On Such Occasions,
Which Come Pretty Often--Quite Ten Times In The Year. In The Interims
It Resigns Itself Contentedly To Its Normal State Of Lethargy.
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