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THEY left behind the great grey palace, where kings had died, and again plunged into a wilderness of little streets, until they came to a crooked and deserted thoroughfare, so narrow that two cars would have found it difficult to pass.
-"We'll stop here," said Elk. "The other chauffeurs will think we're one of the gang."