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Outside, as the echoing clink of glass and the flourishes of frivolity and laughter recedes, the streets are thronged with bleary eyes and meagre faces, vagabonds and drudges lost to unthinking toil or unfeeling oblivion. The stalls and emporiums impecunious, vacant to the trade-fallen. Pale and haggard, the scowls of the wretched at the nonchalant passing of black barouches and phaetons.
