Slum Street

The unfortunate thing was that Gorkindachina's words had a great weight of logic behind them, and, as anger became more and more of a distant memory, that logic started to become implacably oppressive. Atlanta sat silently, working on her defenses, and said nothing more until they reached the Glorious Blue Feathers Cockfighting Den on Slum Street, in deepest Westport.
In Slum Street, the air had been scented with something which subdued the smell of raw sewage, and duckboards had been laid across the ooze to provide the visitors with easy access from their rickshaws. An innovation, this. Furthermore, admission to the very cheapest seats in the Blue Feathers had been raised to five dollars a head, five times the usual price. [WoH Ch14]

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