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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: indescribably filthy. When Herr Lehmann himself told Hans to get a hairpin
and clean them he said they were stained from birth because his mother had
always got so inky doing the accounts--and Sabina believed him and pitied
him.
Winter had come very early to Mindelbau. By the end of October the streets
were banked waist-high with snow, and the greater number of the "Cure
Guests," sick unto death of cold water and herbs, had departed in nothing
approaching peace. So the large salon was shut at Lehmann's and the
breakfast-room was all the accommodation the cafe afforded. Here the floor
had to be washed over, the tables rubbed, coffee-cups set out, each with
its little china platter of sugar, and newspapers and magazines hung on
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