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CHAPTER XII.
SIDNEY.
Look at a map of greater London, a map on which the town proper shows as a dark, irregularly rounded patch against the whiteness of suburban districts, and just on the northern limit of the vast network of streets you will distinguish the name of Crouch End. Another decade, and the dark patch will have spread greatly further; for the present. Crouch End is still able to remind one that it was in the country a very short time ago. The streets have a smell of newness, of dampness; the bricks retain their complexion, the stucco has not rotted more than one expects in a year or two; poverty tries to hide itself with Venetian blinds, until the time when an advanced guard of houses shall justify the existence of the slum.
Characteristic of the locality is a certain row of one-storey cottages,—villas, the adver-
