Overnight the tone of talk in "The City"—London's Wall Street—changed utterly last week. Bitterness at Uncle Shylock changed to pride that John Bull had paid. Fear lest the pound fall vanished as Sterling rose slightly in terms of both the dollar and the franc. England was herself again. Blood had told. Hands across the sea. Honi soit qui mal y pense!
Lunch hour crowds, strolling down Threadneedle Street, paused to glance up at the brand new facade of the Bank of England, now being splendidly rebuilt on...
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