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RIFLES AND LEWIS GUNS
A DRIVE through a stately street where were shops which might rival Bond Street, the Rue de la Paix, or Fifth Avenue for the richness and variety of their contents; a street whose pavements were thronged with well-dressed pedestrians and whose roadway was filled with motor cars — vehicles, these, scornful of the petrol tax and such-like mundane and vulgar restrictions — in fine, the street of a rich and thriving city.
But suddenly the stately thoroughfare had given place to a meaner street, its princely shops had degenerated into blank walls or grimy yards, on either hand rose tall chimney stacks belching smoke; instead of dashing motor cars, heavy wains