filled with civic pride, boastfully proclaim that there
is nothing the matter with the East End as a living
place for men and women.

It is rather hard to tell a tithe of what I saw.
Much of it is untellable. But in a general way I
may say that I saw a nightmare, a fearful slime that

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quickened the pavement with life, a mess of unmen
tionable obscenity that put into eclipse the nightly
horror of Piccadilly and the Strand. It was a
menagerie of garmented bipeds that looked some
thing like humans and more like beasts, and to
complete the picture, brass-buttoned keepers kept
order among them when they snarled too fiercely.

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