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On the walls were noticeboards bearing clusters of newspaper slips, three or four big posters of monster meetings, one of which Ann Veronica had attended with Miss Miniver, and a series of announcements in purple copying-ink, and in one corner was a pile of banners. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. They stood back together and stared at it. . ‘Can you not open it?’ she cried. Here, then, but for the time and place, might be another Sidney Carton.
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