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“Read this, John. My house is the next door to the Cooper's Arms, in the Old Bailey, opposite Newgate. There was first the Avenue, which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. Presently you will see that I am right, and then you shall take your vacation over here, and we will be good comrades again. His eyes were set too close together. Almost light-heartedly. ‘I am sorry to hear of your misfortunes.
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