Ruined City

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In those three days, without conscious process of thought, he decided upon a policy in regard to his identity. He was in a ward of working-class people, labourers and artisans, in some northern town, he was not quite sure which. He would have to stay there for some weeks, perhaps; he had no desire to be different from the rest, and an object of curiosity. They had assumed, a little curiously, he thought, that he was an out-of-work clerk, and the sister had provided of her own accord a credible story. He was content to accept that story and tp maintain it; it was good enough for him. He had no desire to be a merchant banker in a ward of labourers. On the morning of the third day he asked the sister, as she washed him, 'What place is this?' She looked at him blankly. 'I mean, what's the name of this town?' 'Sharples,' she said. 'Didn't you know?' 'No. I was taken ill on the road a good way from here, I think.' 'Aye, a lorry brought you in. Where did you come from?' 'Glasgow,' he said readily.
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