Margaret Oliphant 
Perpetual Curate [EPUB ebook] 

pub One.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. Carlingford is, as is well known, essentially a quiet place. There is no trade in the town, properly so called. To be sure, there are two or three small counting-houses at the other end of George Street, in that ambitious pile called Gresham Chambers; but the owners of these places of business live, as a general rule, in villas, either detached or semi-detached, in the North-end, the new quarter, which, as everybody knows, is a region totally unrepresented in society. In Carlingford proper there is no trade, no manufactures, no anything in particular, except very pleasant parties and a superior class of people — a very superior class of people, indeed, to anything one expects to meet with in a country town, which is not even a county town, nor the seat of any particular interest. It is the boast of the place that it has no particular interest — not even a public school: for no reason in the world but because they like it, have so many nice people collected together in those pretty houses in Grange Lane — which is, of course, a very much higher tribute to the town than if any special inducement had led them there