Vol. VI No. 1 - Modernist Magazines Project

THE BERMONDSEY BOOK
was strange, to note that the town and the sounds of it were effaced
with a rapidity he had never known before. * . .
Dr. Carlton was coming out of a near-by shop when he rushed,
with others, to the man who had fallen in a heap only a short distance
from the old clock above the Grammar School.
"Suddenly fatal heart disease, I expect," he said to himself, as he
bent over the body.
Above him the hands of the dock showed sixteen minutes past
three.
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