Sonia Allison

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At midnight they opened the station-house to the homeless wanderers who were crowded about the door, shivering in the winter blast; they thronged into the corridor outside of the cells. Some of them stretched themselves out on the bare stone floor and fell to snoring; others sat up, laughing and talking, cursing and quarreling.
The Jungle
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