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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. Fear
nothing. We'll see whether
he'll get rid of his new bonds?" he added with a brutal laugh, which was echoed
by the bystanders. "
"It's Jonathan Wild," returned the widow, endeavouring to alarm him. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street.
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