The mine was a paradise to a palace with such servants in it.
Leaving the kitchen, he got into the region of the sculleries.

There horrible smells were wandering about, like evil spirits that come forth with the darkness.

He lighted a candle--but only to see ugly sights.
Everywhere was filth and disorder.

Mangy turnspit dogs were lying about, and grey rats were gnawing at refuse in the sinks.

It was like a hideous dream.