Though Hundreds Of Thousands Had Done Their Very Best To
Disfigure The Small Piece Of Land On Which They Were Crowded
Together, By Paying The Ground With Stones, Scraping Away Every
Vestige Of Vegetation, Cutting Down The Trees, Turning Away Birds
And Beasts, And Filling The Air With The Smoke Of Naphtha And
Coal, Still Spring Was Spring, Even In The Town.
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