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The air was atingle in Scarborough last week as 2,000 delegates poured joyously into the windswept seaside resort for the Labor Party's 62nd annual conference. It wasn't just salt they sniffed on the North Sea breeze. From the elegant old clifftop hotels to the pubs where Laborites adjourned for their midmorning pints, Scarborough smelled of victory.
For the first time in their twelve years out of office, the Laborites who filled Scarborough's three-tiered Spa Great Hall were buoyantly aware that all Britain was watching them—and the man who is expected...
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