Faubourg

At last a great shout went up ... and that was sign sufficient that the faubourgs were ours.

[…]in the course of his walk (which led him out toward the faubourgs of Flatbush) he passed long vistas of signboards[…]

By the time that I was quite clear of the city's unlovely faubourgs and purlieus I needed petrol: the Silver Ghost is a lovely car but its best friend would have to admit that its m.'s per g. are few.