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The news of the failures which convulsed the City on that Black Monday did not reach Aldersbury until late on the Tuesday-the tidings came in with the mails. But hours before that, and even before the opening of the bank, things in the town had come to a climax. The women, always more practical than the men and less squeamish, had taken fright and been talking. In many a back parlor in Maerdol, and the Foregate, and on the Cop, wives had spoken their minds. They wouldn't be scared out of asking for their own, by any banker that ever lived, they said. Not they! "Would you, Mrs. Gittins? " quoth one.
"Not I, ma'am, if I had it to ask for, as your goodman has. I'd not sleep another night before I had it tight and right."