'' It was dawn, and the windows were dark except for the Workmen cafes. The sky was like a avast flat wall of cobalt, with roofs and spires of black paper p...

'' It was dawn, and the windows were dark except for the Workmen cafes. The sky was like a avast flat wall of cobalt, with roofs and spires of black paper pasted upon it. Drowsy men were sweeping the pavements with ten-foot brooms, and ragged families picking over the dustbins. Workmen and girls with piece of chocolate in one hand and bread in the other were pouring into the railway station.'

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