Here and there one and another came creeping out, impelled by a thirst no water could quench.

Now it was a bloated, wild-eyed man, dirty and forlorn beyond description, shambling into sight, but disappearing in a moment or two in one of the dram-shops, whose name was legion, and now it was a woman with the angel all gone out of her face, barefooted, blotched, coarse, red-eyed, bruised and awfully disfigured by her vicious, drunken life.

Her steps too made haste to the dram-shop.
Such houses for men and women to live in as now stretched before his eyes in long dreary rows Mr.Dinneford had never seen, except in isolated cases of vice and squalor.

To say that he was shocked would but faintly express his feelings.

Hurrying along, he soon came in sight of the mission.