It proved to be quite bare of furniture.

On a bundle of straw in one corner was lying a woman, to all appearances _in extremis_.

She lay looking up to the ceiling, her face distorted into the most ghastly anguish, her lips foaming; her whole frame shivered incessantly.
"Ha, I thought so," exclaimed Abraham as he entered.

"Are you going to pay anything this week ?" The woman seemed to be unconscious.
"Have you got the rent ?" asked Mr.Woodstock, turning to the child, who had crouched down in another corner.
"No, we ain't," was the reply, with a terribly fierce glare from eyes which rather seemed to have looked on ninety years than nine.
"Then out you go! Come, you, get up now; d' you hear?
Very well; come along, Waymark; you take hold of that foot, and I'll take this.

Now, drag her out on to the landing." They dragged her about half-way to the door, when suddenly Waymark felt the foot he had hold of withdrawn from his grasp, and at once the woman sprang upright.