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A vision of the little house in Soho flickered across his mind__ eye, his mother at a desk, writing in her journal, with hazy sunlight streaming through the morning windows. The woman inhabited a world he had once thought his own _ a world of publishers and reliable suppliers. A London that was confident and competent amid its grey, puddle-strewn streets.
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A vision of the little house in Soho flickered across his mind__ eye, his mother at a desk, writing in her journal, with hazy sunlight streaming through the morning windows. The woman inhabited a world he had once thought his own _ a world of publishers and reliable suppliers. A London that was confident and competent amid its grey, puddle-strewn streets.

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