The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. Mr. You will not find it else. He looked up to see an ancient coach making its ponderous way down the street. It had evidently seen better days before being relegated to the ministrations of a hackney coachman, one who evidently served the less affluent inhabitants of London. He was a fool. Each human contact leaves some indelible mark. From me.
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