Manalive

Manalive

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The flying blast struck London just where it scales the northern heights, terrace above terrace, as precipitous
as Edinburgh. It was round about this place that some poet, probably drunk, looked up astonished at all
those streets gone skywards, and (thinking vaguely of glaciers and roped mountaineers) gave it the name of
Swiss Cottage, which it has never been able to shake off. At some stage of those heights a terrace of tall gray
houses, mostly empty and almost as desolate as the Grampians, curved round at the western end, so ...
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