"The screech of iron tyres on cobbles and granite sets, crashing and bumping over the potholes and drains, horses' metal-shod hooves clattering, wooden axles squeaking, coachmen and carters shouting, dogs barking, street vendors yelling, children screaming, musicians playing out of tune..."Liza Picard, Dr. Johnson's London
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