And the hell was there, in London, where we moved. To Jack's sister. The hell of poor people like me and Jack. There was 200,000 more families in the London area than the homes to put them. And, in addition, there was 60,000 single persons living without sinks and stoves. In seven central London boroughs at least one in ten of all households was overcrowded, That is to say, living more than one and a half people per room... Do you fancy sharing? I asked Jack. Sharing with who? Your sister. I don't know. Maybe not. He said well. Fortune is a woman, and it is necessary if you wish to master her, to conquer her by force. And Jack, my beloved Jack was not that kind of man. ...According to some figures families of certain sizes, at the rate of building in force in London would be 350 years on the housing list before they were offered a house. Oh, certainly there was a devilish scourge upon that city made out of slimy worms. Far from God's eyes. But our baby (yes, now we had ou...
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