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In every quarter of London, in every great town and city throughout Europe, women were setting their faces towards the country.
By the autumn London was empty. The fallen leaves in park squares and suburban streets were swept into corners by the wind, and when the rain came the leaves clung together and rotted, and so continued the long routine of decay and birth.