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Rh and grey smoky London was positively beautiful to our homesick eyes.

Down in the depths of East Anglia we found a temporary anchorage among old friends and faces. Their welcome was warm, their comments outspoken to frankness. Said the oldest inhabitant of the village with a note of surprise : 'So you've been living in India all this while, hev' yer ? Well ! you don't look like it, for yer haint turned yaller !'