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THE PEOPLE OF THE ABYSS
"East End," I repeated. "Nowhere in particular. Just drive me around, anywhere."
"But wot's the haddress, sir?"
"See here!" I thundered. "Drive me down to the East End, and at once!"
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"Nowhere may one escape the Sight of Abject Poverty" |
It was evident that he did not understand, but he withdrew his head and grumblingly started his horse.
Nowhere in the streets of London may one escape the sight of abject poverty, while five minutes' walk from almost any point will bring one to a slum; but the region my hansom was now penetrat-
