If this wretched hut or stye--call it what you will--had been torn down, it would not have brought ten dollars as kindling-wood.

Yet its owner, a gentleman ( ?) living handsomely up town, received for it the annual rent of two hundred and fifty dollars.

Subletted at an average of two dollars a night, it gave an income of nearly seven hundred dollars a year.

It was known as the "Hawk's Nest," and no bird of prey ever had a fouler nest than this.
As the gate banged on the fence a coarse, evil-looking man, wearing a dirty Scotch cap and a red shirt, pushed his head up from the cellar of the house that fronted on the street.
"What's wanted ?" he asked, in a kind of growl, his upper lip twitching and drawing up at one side in a nervous way, letting his teeth appear.
"We want to get this girl in for a little while," said Pinky.

"We'll take her away when she comes round.