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April is indeed the crudest month, especially in Britain. Wind-driven gusts of rain, sleet and snow last week caused a stirring of the earth's dull roots from John o' Groats in the North Sea to Lizard Point on the English Channel. Memory and desire were mixed with the drifting London fog, the wet pavements iridescent with lights, the factory smoke shrouding the Midlands, and files of miners with blackened faces trudging home from the pits.
But in the Scilly Isles, off the Cornwall coast, all was serene in the cozy bungalow where...
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