On the other sides it was bounded by the brick walls of factories, the municipal gasworks and the approach to the railway station, indicated by signal-posts standing out against the sky like gallows, and a tram-line bordered by a row of skeleton cottages.

Golgotha was a grim garden compared with Paul's brickfield.

Sometimes the children of the town scuttled about it like dingy little rabbits.

But more often it was a desolate solitude.

Perhaps all but the lowest of the parents of Bludston had put the place out of bounds, as gipsies and other dwellers in vans were allowed to camp there.