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which offered "Hot Baths at the Ice Factory"; the 

 spectacle of a bed hung in the air above the com- 

 munity water-tank at three storeys elevation; and 

 a fleeting vision of the local banker, in rolled-up 

 shirt-sleeves, returning from lunch bearing a wedge 

 of watermelon with him into the financial shades. 



