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Childhood, who like an April morn appears, Sunshine and rain, hopes clouded o'er with fears.
— Charles Churchill
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The crowd, still shouting, gives way before us. We plough our way through. Women hold their aprons over their faces and go stumbling away. A roar of fury goes up. A wounded man is being carried off.
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