It was rather a forbidding place, but no doubt the Chinaman was well content with its accommodations.

It was a long, rambling structure, and it seemed to me as if I were going through an underground passage in walking from room to room.

The various halls were narrow, indeed so narrow that two persons meeting in them could not without difficulty pass each other.
The beds, which brought a dollar a month, were one above another in tiers or recesses in the walls.

Generally a curtain of a reddish hue depended in front of them.

They reminded one of the berths in a ship or of the repositories of the dead in the Roman Catacombs.