Next
day the light of the October morning was falling in dusty shafts through the
uncurtained windows, and the hum of traffic rose from the street. London then
was winding itself up again; the factory was astir; the machines were
beginning. It was tempting, after all this reading, to look out of the window
and see what London was doing on the morning of the 26th of October 1928.
A Room of One's Own (95)
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