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Chapter III Homelocked

  • Charles Dickens


It was a Sunday evening* in London, gloomy, close and stale. Maddening church bells of all degrees of dissonance, sharp and flat, cracked and clear, fast and slow, made the brick and mortar echoes hideous. Melancholy streets in a penitential garb of...

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