The conference was a major coup for Robarts, who received congratulations for his 'expert handling' of the 'risky venture.'

Not unconform to other shining globes

[…] St. Bede's at this period of its history was perhaps the poorest and most miserable parish in the East End of London. Close-packed, crushed by the buttressed height of the railway viaduct, rendered airless by huge walls of factories, it at once banished lively interest from a stranger's mind and left only a dull oppression of the spirit.

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