It disgusted and repelled him, and he was tempted to turn back.

But glancing at Deborah by his side he thought of the night she had been through.

No, he decided, he would go on and see what she was up to here.
They turned into a narrower street between tall dirty tenements, and in a twinkling all was changed.

For the street, as far as he could see, was gay with flaunting colors, torrents of bobbing hats and ribbons, frocks and blouses, shirts and breeches, vivid reds and yellows and blues.

It was deafening with joyous cries, a shrill incessant chatter, chatter, piercing yells and shrieks of laughter.