CHAPTER 21
Homeless
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"For the way is often dreary, And the feet are often weary, And the heart is very sad. There is heavy burden bearing, When it seems that none are caring, And we half forget that ever we were glad."
IT was a year later. Spring was on its way; but in London, fog reigned supreme, blotting out all light and sunshine, and filling people's lungs with its stinging, choking fumes.