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One only heard it plainly when the East End was quiet and the days were hot and life slowed down to a whisper . Then , on the still air , around the East End streets , the distant bells could be heard , chiming , chiming , chiming .
One only heard it plainly when the East End was quiet and the days were hot and life slowed down to a whisper . Then , on the still air , around the East End streets , the distant bells could be heard , chiming , chiming , chiming .
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The real crux of the tale is that no one else ever heard the bells ring . People heard a clock strike the hours . People heard the church bells chime on Sundays . But no one , no one in the whole of my world ever heard the bells I heard ...
The real crux of the tale is that no one else ever heard the bells ring . People heard a clock strike the hours . People heard the church bells chime on Sundays . But no one , no one in the whole of my world ever heard the bells I heard ...
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The same music that had been heard almost a hundred years before and had gone on being heard and would surely go on being heard . This is true immortality . Immortal as the night . Undying music . Sad music . And the cadences rolled one ...
The same music that had been heard almost a hundred years before and had gone on being heard and would surely go on being heard . This is true immortality . Immortal as the night . Undying music . Sad music . And the cadences rolled one ...
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Inhoudsopgave
Prologue | 9 |
When I was a Child II | 11 |
Boyhood in the Buildings | 16 |
Copyright | |
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