Aw know'd him when his yure stickt out at top ov his hat; and his shurt would ha' hanged eawt beheend, too,--like a Wigan lantron,--iv he'd had a shurt.

It is really to defy Heaven to puff at damnation.

As configured by the Whitney curatorial assistant Sasha Nicholas, that small room reveals a tender, personal side of Demuth that remains hidden among the comparatively impersonal factoryscapes in the front room.

Authorities say the suspect fled on foot.