Redshift Blueshift
1925 — Ethel The gas lamps still burned on Whitechapel Road but the electric ones were coming, and Ethel could tell which buildings had been wired by the hum. She was nineteen years old and she had been working in the garment factory on Commercial Street since she was fourteen, and she could tell a hundred things by their hum: the treadle on a sewing machine that needed oil, the foreman's...
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