So we feel inclined to cry out and warn him to escape with his life.

This is the great evil and danger of common lodging-houses; needful as they undoubtedly are for the homeless and the outcast, they place the unfortunate on an inclined plane down which they slide to complete demoralisation.
I am told that there are four hundred large common lodging-houses in London, many of them capable of holding several hundred lodgers, and which night after night are filled with a weird collection of humanity.
And they cast a fatal spell upon all who get accustomed to them.

Few, very few who have become acclimatised ever go back to settled home life.

For the decencies, amenities and restraints of citizenship become distasteful.

And truly there is much excitement in the life for excitement, at any rate, abounds in common lodging-houses.
Nothing happens in them but the unexpected, and that brings its joys and terrors, its laughter and its tears.