Chapter 5 He drained his third cup of watery tea to the dregs and set to chewing the crusts of fried bread that were scattered near him, staring into the dark pool of the jar. That was what, repeatedly, I dipped into my room and locked the door to say to myself. You often heard me speak of the Groceries, didn't you, Stephen. What has to be done, has to be done by government and people together or it will not be done at all.
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