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"It was that hour of the night at which man's ego almost sleeps. The sense of identity, of possession, of name and address and telephone number, grows very faint. It was the hour at which man shivers, pulls up his coat collar and things:'Iam a traveller.I have no home.'"

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"It was that hour of the night at which man's ego almost sleeps. The sense of identity, of possession, of name and address and telephone number, grows very faint. It was the hour at which man shivers, pulls up his coat collar and things:'Iam a traveller.I have no home.'"

"It was that hour of the night at which man's ego almost sleeps. The sense of identity, of possession, of name and address and telephone number, grows very faint. It was the hour at which man shivers, pulls up his coat collar and things:'Iam a traveller.I have no home.'"

"It was that hour of the night at which man's ego almost sleeps. The sense of identity, of possession, of name and address and telephone number, grows very faint. It was the hour at which man shivers, pulls up his coat collar and things:'Iam a traveller.I have no home.'"