It is as much out of common observation almost as the lair of a wild beast in some deep wilderness.
I have heard it described by those who have been there under protection of the police, and shudder to think of the narrow escape you have made.
I don't want you to go into that vile district again.

It is no place for such as you." "There's a poor little baby there," said Edith, her voice trembling and tears filling her eyes.

Then, after a brief struggle with her feelings, she threw herself upon her father, sobbing out, "And oh, father, it may be my baby!" "My poor child," said Mr.Dinneford, not able to keep his voice firm--"my poor, poor child! It is all a wild dream, the suggestion of evil spirits who delight in torment." "What became of my baby, father?
Can you tell me ?" "It died, Edith dear.

We know that," returned her father, trying to speak very confidently.

But the doubt in his own mind betrayed itself.
"Do you know it ?" she asked, rising and confronting her father.
"I didn't actually see it die.