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The June sun was still high in the sky , and in the sun-filled court below , a monstrous woman , solid as a Norman pillar , with brawny red forearms and a sacking apron strapped about her middle , was stumping to and fro between a washtub and a clothes line , pegging out a series of square white things which Winston recognized as babies ' diapers . gold

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