add paragraph breaks to this text, the cheek for errors of any type:The year was 1850, and the town of Hazleton was a bustling hub of activity, connected to the overseas shipping and mercantile trades. The town was a sight to behold, with its well-laid-out streets lined with cobblestones and townhouses of the latest fashion from the continent. The morning of the Sixth of July started with a hazy sunshine that filtered through the trees, casting a warm glow over the town. As the day progressed, the sun broke through the haze, bathing the town in a golden light that made everything seem to sparkle. On the streets, horse-drawn buggies and Hansom cabs clattered along, their wheels echoing off the cobblestones. People were out and about, taking in the fresh morning air and going about their daily business. Shopkeepers were opening their doors, and the sounds of children heading off to the local Grammar School filled the air. The sights, sounds, and smells of everyday life were all around, creating a vibrant and lively atmosphere that was both invigorating and overwhelming. The Reverend Simon Even Smiley of the Roman Catholic Church of St Mildrith was a man who revelled in the energy of the town. Apart from looking after spiritual matters, he served on every local committee and considered himself to be an antiquarian. However, his views were less favourably received by the Society for Antique Knowledge and in wider academic circles, where he was considered an enthusiastic amateur, a hack, and not to be taken seriously. Approaching the largest estate in the town, Dark Stone Manor, a house built in the Rococo style, the house belonged to the powerful, though declining Sinclair family. The Reverend Smiley had an appointment that morning to see the eldest daughter, Charlotte. Approaching the main entrance, he reached up with his right hand and pulled the bell pull. A few moments later, nineteen-year-old footman Jasper Grace Mallory opened the door. 'Good morning, sir. Can I be of help?' Jasper asked, his voice as smooth as honey. 'Good morning, indeed. I am the Reverend Smiley. I'm here to see Lady Charlotte. I am expected. Here's my card,' the Reverend replied, handing over his card with a flourish. 'Yes, the master said to expect you this morning. If you'd come with me, sir, and wait in the parlour, the mistress said she'd be with you presently. She wishes to have a word,' Jasper said, gesturing for the Reverend to follow him. 'May I take your hat and coat, sir?' Jasper asked, his eyes sparkling with good humour. Slightly preoccupied and a little distracted, the Reverend Smiley said, 'I'm sorry, lost in thought for a moment. Did you say something, my boy?' 'I inquired, sir, whether I may take your hat and coat?' Jasper repeated, his smile widening. Rubbing his head in a bit of a flap, the Reverend Smiley said, 'Oh, yes... Yes, of course. Silly of me. Here you go.' 'Thank you, sir!' Jasper said, taking the hat and coat with a flourish. A few moments later, Lady Clementine Christine Sinclair, a forceful woman of some fifty-eight years, dressed in black lace as was her propensity to do, entered the room. She stood monumental in silence for a few moments, studying the Reverend Smiley. Like so many who encountered Lady Clementine, he felt ill at ease. 'Ah, Smiley, there you are. Please sit, do,' Lady Clementine said, her voice as smooth as silk. The Reverend Smiley was about to sit when he was stopped dead by Lady Clementine. 'No, no, not there. The one beside it, if you'd be so kind. Now come along, do. Affairs of this house to attend to, and things of that sort!' Lady Clementine said, her eyes flashing with a hint of amusement. 'Yes, your ladyship,' the Reverend Smiley replied, his heart beating a little faster. 'Well, at least you have some civility about you...unlike your predecessor, marching about, making demands. You know he had the town in quite the uproar. Simply abominable. When he wasn't wanting this, it was that, and if that wouldn't do, it was something else. On and on it went, seemingly without end!' Lady Clementine said, her voice rising with indignation.