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The only one left was Bill, Smiley thought.

On most London nights, there is only a brief period of silence. For 10, 20, 30 minutes, and sometimes even an hour, you can't hear the moans of drunks, the cries of children, or the sound of tires scraping the floor when the car brakes urgently. At Sussex Gardens, this is after around three midnight. But it was one o'clock early that night, when Smiley stood at the slanted window again, looking down like a prisoner at Mrs. Popegrahan's gravel field, where a Bedford station wagon had just been parked. There are many slogans on the front of the car: ......

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