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The last man in at the Salvation Army Hostel folds his tattered trousers before tling to sleep.

A place where pledges are made, agreements reached, hopes realised or crushed.

The bustle of the Elephant goes on into the night.

In the pubs you can meet friends, drink, reason out a philosophical system.

For the barman, early evening is best, when you can have some conversation before the rush comes.

Tonight the speedway, the movies, the night out with the boy friend.

Towards nightfall the Salvation Army is heard in the echoing streets.

She breakfasts at 4 p.m., takes a bath in a basin, goes hunting for customers long after the shops are shut.

One place is as good as another, for taling over the future. Young couple sitting on steps in front of an old building.

A breath of country in the city's heart, the Elephant and Castle Blacksmith