There lay the body of a dead child, all but naked, upon a piece of sacking.
"We'd better get out of this, sir," said the builder.

"We shall be poisoned.

Wonder they haven't the plague here." "Seems to me they have," returned Mr.Woodstock.
They went out into the street, and hailed the first policeman in sight.
Then, giving up his investigations for that morning, Mr.Woodstock repaired to the police-station, and after a good deal of trouble, succeeded in getting the attendance of a medical man, with the result that the woman they had seen up in the garret was found to be in truth dying of small-pox.

If the contagion spread, as probably it had by this time begun to, there would be a pleasant state of things in Litany Lane.
In the evening, before going home, Abraham had a bath.

He was not a nervous man, but the possibilities of the risk he had run were not agreeable to contemplate.