Consciousness of place came ebbing back to him slowly over a vast tract of time unlit, unfelt, unlived.The squalid scene composed itself around him; the common accents, the burning gasjets in the shops,odours of fish and spirits and wet sawdust, moving men and women. An old woman was about to cross the street, an oilcan in her hand. He bent down and asked her was there a chapel near.
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