She still swore and struggled, and had to be held down by the policeman, who stood over her, while the cart was pushed off to the nearest station-house, the excited crowd following with shouts and merry huzzas.
Mr.Dinneford was standing in a maze, shocked and distressed by this little episode, when a man at his side said in a grave, quiet voice, "I doubt if you could see a sight just like that anywhere else in all Christendom." Then added, as he extended his hand, "I am glad to see you here, Mr.Dinneford." "Oh, Mr.Paulding!" and Mr.Dinneford put out his hand and grasped that of the missionary with a nervous grip.

"This is awful! I am sixty years old, but anything so shocking my eyes have not before looked upon." "We see things worse than this every day," said the missionary.

"It is only one of the angry boils on the surface, and tells of the corrupt and vicious blood within.

But I am right glad to find you here, Mr.
Dinneford.

Unless you see these things with your own eyes, it is impossible for you to comprehend the condition of affairs in this by-way to hell." "Hell, itself, better say," returned Mr.Dinneford.