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      <title>In The Cage: Social Context by Matías Custiel</title>
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      <description>Time and setting: London, late 19 th century.
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      <pubDate>2023-09-13 23:44:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>2</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Her function was to sit there with two young men — the other telegraphist and the counter-clerk; to mind the * sounder,^ which was always going, to dole out stamps and postal-orders, weigh letters, answer stupid questions, give difficult change and, more.</div><div><br><a href="https://www.posterazzi.com/men-at-work-sending-and-receiving-telegraph-messages-in-the-general-post-offices-submarine-cable-room-at-st-martins-le-grand-london-england-in-the-late-19th-century-from-living-london-published-c1901-poster-by-ken-welsh-item-vardpi12310204/"><br><br><br></a><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-09-13 23:54:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>9.1</title>
         <author>custieledu</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp;<strong>What it mainly came to at this period was a picture of how London could amuse itself; and that, with the running commentary of a witness so exclusively a witness, turned for the most part to a hardening of the heart. </strong>The nose of this observer was brushed by the Houquet, yet she could never really pluck even a daisy. What could still remain fresh in her daily grind was the immense disparity, the difference cuid contrast, from class to class, of every instant and every motion.</div><div><br><a href="https://www.bonhams.com/auction/27705/lot/70/john-sutton-british-born-1940-street-scenes-of-london-in-the-late-19th-century-a-set-of-four-each-355cm-x-535cm-14in-x-21in4/"><br><br><br></a><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-09-13 23:55:38 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>9</title>
         <author>custieledu</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/custieledu/qv7s7fq3mgs36wgn/wish/2702906204</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>This is an original document sent by my grandfather Francisco Rossa  to my grandmother in 1945 or 49 ( the date is hard to read). Although it doesn't belong to the same period than 'the cage' it probably has several similarities, if we take into account that technology always reaches us much later in Uruguay<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-09-13 23:56:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>1</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>...there were plenty (men) she could place and trace and name at other times, plenty who, with their way of being ' nice ' to her, and of handling, as if their pockets were private tills, loose, mixed masses of silver and gold, were such pleasant appearances that she could envy them without dislike.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-09-13 23:58:38 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>10</title>
         <author>custieledu</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>She would have given anything to have been able to allude to one of his friends by name, to one of his engagements by date, to one of his difficulties by the solution. She 'would have given almost as much for just the right chance— it would have to be tremendously right — to show him in some sharp, sweet way that she had perfectly penetrated the greatest of these last and now lived with it in a kind of heroism of sympathy. He was in love with a woman to whom, and to any view of whom, a lady-telegraphist, and especially one who passed a life among hams and cheeses, was as the sand on the floor ; and what her dreams desired was the possibility of its somehow coming to him that her own interest in him could take a pure and noble account of such an infatuation and even of such an impropriety. As yet, however, she could only rub along with the hope that an accident, sooner or later, might give her a lift toward popping out with something that would surprise and perhaps even, some fine day, assist him. He was in love with a woman to whom, and to any view of whom, a lady-telegraphist, and especially one who passed a life among hams and cheeses, was as the sand on the floor ; and what her dreams desired was the possibility of its somehow coming to him that her own interest in him could take a pure and noble account of such an infatuation and even of such an impropriety. As yet, however, she could only rub along with the hope that an accident, sooner or later, might give her a lift toward popping out with something that would surprise and perhaps even, some fine day, assist him. He was in love with a woman to whom, and to any view of whom, a lady-telegraphist, and especially one who passed a life among hams and cheeses, was as the sand on the floor ; and what her dreams desired was the possibility of its somehow coming to him that her own interest in him could take a pure and noble account of such an infatuation and even of such an impropriety. As yet, however, she could only rub along with the hope that an accident, sooner or later, might give her a lift toward popping out with something that would surprise and perhaps even, some fine day, assist him.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-09-14 00:03:13 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>11</title>
         <author>custieledu</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Her function was to sit there with two young men — the other telegraphist and the counter-clerk; to mind the * sounder,^ which was always going, to dole out stamps and postal-orders, weigh letters, answer stupid questions, give difficult change and, more.</strong></div><div><br><a href="https://www.posterazzi.com/men-at-work-sending-and-receiving-telegraph-messages-in-the-general-post-offices-submarine-cable-room-at-st-martins-le-grand-london-england-in-the-late-19th-century-from-living-london-published-c1901-poster-by-ken-welsh-item-vardpi12310204/"><br><br><br></a><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-09-14 00:10:45 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>12</title>
         <author>custieledu</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>But she liked her torment ; it was a torment she should miss at Chalk Farm. </strong>She was ingenious and uncandid, therefore, about leaving the breadth of London a little longer between herself and that austerity. If she had not quite the courage, in short, to say to Mr. Mudge that her actual chance for a play of mind was worth, any week, the three shillings he desired to help her to save, she yet saw something happen in the course of the month that, in her heart of hearts at least, answered the subtle question.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-09-14 00:11:20 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>3</title>
         <author>custieledu</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>What <strong>twisted the knife in her vitals was the way the profligate rich scattered about them, in extravagant chatter over their extravagant pleasures and sins</strong>, an amount of money that would have held the stricken household of her frightened childhood, her poor pinched mother and tormented father and lost brother and starved sister, together for a lifetime.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-09-14 02:23:23 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>13</title>
         <author>custieledu</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The August days were flat and dry, and, with so little to feed it, she was conscious of the ebb of her interest in the secrets of the refined. She was in a position to follow the refined to the extent of knowing — they had made so many of their arrangements with her aid — exactly where they were ; yet she felt quite as if the panorama had ceased unrolling and the band stopped playing. <strong>A stray member of the latter occasionally turned up, but the communications that passed before her bore now largely on rooms at hotels, prices of furnished houses, hours of trains, dates of sailings and arrangements for being * met ^ : she found them for the most part prosaic and coarse</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-09-14 15:28:52 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>4</title>
         <author>custieledu</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>She had 'not been out of London for a dozen years, and the only thing to give a taste to the present dead weeks was the spice of a chronic resentment.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-09-14 15:36:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>7</title>
         <author>custieledu</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The protagonist and Captain Everard sitting on a bench and talking. Here she realizes the social differences between both of them.<br><br>'Oh, I 'll come every day ! '  he exclaimed.<br><br>She was on the point, at this, of imitating with her hand his movement of shortly before; but she checked herself, and there was no want of effect in the tranquillising way in which she said : 'How can you ? How can you ? 'He had, too manifestly, only to look at it there, in the vulgarly animated gloom, to see that he couldn't;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-09-14 16:22:40 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>6</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>It was the announcement that<strong> he was at last ready to marry — that he saw his way. </strong>A rise at Chalk Farm had been offered him ; he was to be taken into the business, bringing with him a capital the estimation of which by other parties constituted the handsomest recognition yet' made of the head on his shoulders. Therefore their waiting was over — it could be a question of a near date. They would settle this date before going back, and he meanwhile had his eye on a sweet little home. He would take her to see it on their first Sunday.<br><br>End of the novel, she accepts Mr. Mudge's proposal<br><br>They were too numerous to find a place just here, but two of the number may at least be mentioned. <strong>One of these was that, decidedly, her little home must be not for next month, but for next week </strong>; the other, which came indeed as she resumed her walk and went her way, was that it was strange such a matter should be at last settled for her by Mr. Drake.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-09-14 20:29:30 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>5</title>
         <author>custieledu</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/custieledu/qv7s7fq3mgs36wgn/wish/2705964936</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The protagonist imagines she heards the ring of the copper while waiting for Captain Everard to come back from a long abscence.<br><br>She hadn't taken the sovereigns, but she would take the penny. <strong>She heard, in imagination, on the counter, the ring of the copper.</strong> 'Don't put yourself out any longer,' he would say, 'so bad a case. You've done all there is to be done. I thank and acquit and release you. Our lives take us. I don't know much — though I have really been interested — about yours; but I suppose you've got one. Mine, at any rate, will take me — and where it will. Heigh-ho! Good-bye.'</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-09-15 13:53:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>8</title>
         <author>nattyrossa</author>
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         <pubDate>2023-09-19 15:21:07 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>14</title>
         <author>custieledu</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The protagonist and Captain Everard sitting on a bench and talking. Here she realizes the social differences between both of them.<br><br>'Oh, I 'll come every day ! '&nbsp; he exclaimed.<br><br>She was on the point, at this, of imitating with her hand his movement of shortly before; but she checked herself, and there was no want of effect in the tranquillising way in which she said : 'How can you ? How can you ? 'He had, too manifestly, only to look at it there, in the vulgarly animated gloom, to see that he couldn't;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-09-21 23:20:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>9.2</title>
         <author>custieledu</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The sounder&nbsp;<br><br> Her function was to sit there with two young men — the other telegraphist and the counter-clerk; to mind the * sounder,^ which was always going,&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-09-22 01:43:32 UTC</pubDate>
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