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‘Oranges and lemons,’ say the bells of St. Clement's,
‘You owe me three farthings,’ say the bells of St. Martin's —

‘Where was St. Martin's?’ said Winston.

‘St. Martin's? That's still standing. It's in Victory Square, alongside the picture gallery.

Winston knew the place well.

‘St. Martin's-in-the-Fields it used to be called,’ supplemented the old man, ‘though I don't recollect any fields anywhere in those parts.’