They walked home to Bloomsbury, where they had easily obtained rooms, for the sudden withdrawal of Germans and Austrians had left Bloomsbury in a state of vacancy. As they went down Haverstock Hill towards Chalk Farm, an old man lurched against them.
"All the young chaps," he mumbled thickly. "Thash wot sticks in my gizzard! All the young chaps!
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