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96 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1901
"I've spent three summers here, and it's like a tomb. Even at midday one sees the long grey streets winding like a ditch, without a man or a horse or a dog! The rats come out of the sewers, because the cats are on their summer holidays! And the few people who are left here sit behind their windows, that are like mirrors, and spy on their neighbours' clothes - 'Look - that man's got his winter clothes one!' - and on their neighbours' worn shoes, and all their other defects."