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The condition of the rooms was indescribably filthy and disgusting; nor were the habits of the occupants much more cleanly. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. Even now she was dazed. Walking into the bedroom, she quickly shed the miniskirt and sweater, folding them without ceremony. “Here we are, living in the same suburb,” he began. In olden days it boasted a chapel, dedicated to Saint Thomas; beneath which there was a crypt curiously constructed amid the arches, where "was sepultured Peter the Chaplain of Colechurch, who began the Stone Bridge at London:" and it still boasted an edifice (though now in rather a tumbledown condition) which had once vied with a palace,—we mean Nonesuch House.
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