It was not the only street like that. One runs diagonally to intersect the one I heve described. The description could fit that one equally well At intervals during that Sunday afternoon, I glanced from a window towards an incline lined with retail shops—not emporiums. but nevertheless important establishments. They formed an avenue of flame. with the firemen still pouring water upon what wes left of them.
Ak half-vast seven o'clock that evening. I stood on the roof of a tall building, and counted 12 fires either smoking or flaming within a ring with a radius of a quarter-mile, The worst at that period of London's Red Sunday was in a building about 200 yards from me. The flames licked upwards 200 feet and more. In the background loomed in silhouette a
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