It was a mammoth cauldron here, seething, bubbling over with a million foreign lives.

Deborah's big family.
She turned into a doorway, went down a long dark passage and came into a court-yard enclosed by greasy tenement walls that reared to a spot of dark blue sky where a few quiet stars were twinkling down.

With a feeling of repugnance Roger followed his daughter into a tall rear building and up a rickety flight of stairs.

On the fourth landing she knocked at a door, and presently it was opened by a stout young Irish woman with flushed haggard features and disheveled hair.
"Oh.

Good evening, Mrs.Berry." "Good evening.