At last he came to a sort of a passage, with some tattered horse-cloths hanging over its outer entrance.
"You can't come in here," said a shabby lad, suddenly appearing from the inside in his shirt sleeves.
Mr.Blyth took out half-a-crown.

"I want to see the deaf and dumb child directly!" "Oh, all right! go in," muttered the lad, pocketing the money greedily.
Valentine hastily entered the passage.

As soon as he was inside, a sound reached his ears at which his heart sickened and turned faint.

No words can describe it in all the horror of its helplessness--it was the moan of pain from a dumb human creature.
He thrust aside a curtain, and stood in a filthy place, partitioned off from the stables on one side, and the circus on the other, with canvas and old boards.

There, on a wooden stool, sat the woman who had accosted him the night before, crying, and soothing the child, who lay shuddering on her bosom.