The house in Manchester was not large. It sat on a street of identical houses in a district that Ed would later learn was called Longsight—a row of red brick terraces with bay windows and small front gardens, the kind of street that existed in every industrial city in England and that spoke, in every detail, of the working class ambition that had built the empire. James's father had worked in the cotton mills for thirty years before a union dispute had cost him his job and, with it, his health....