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CHAPTER XXIV
A VISION OF THE NIGHT
All these were years ago little red-colored, pulpy infants, capable of being kneaded, baked, into any social form you chose.
—Carlyle.
Late last night I walked along Commercial Street from Spitalfields to Whitechapel, and still continuing south, down Leman Street to the docks. And as I walked I smiled at the East End papers, which,
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