She soon turned from the more gaudy streets, and entered a quarter of the town but little loved by the decorous and the sober.

But from the low and rude evidences of vice around her she was saved by her misfortune.

And at that hour the streets were quiet and silent, nor was her youthful ear shocked by the sounds which too often broke along the obscene and obscure haunts she patiently and sadly traversed.
She knocked at the back-door of a sort of tavern; it opened, and a rude voice bade her give an account of the sesterces.

Ere she could reply, another voice, less vulgarly accented, said: 'Never mind those petty profits, my Burbo.

The girl's voice will be wanted again soon at our rich friend's revels; and he pays, as thou knowest, pretty high for his nightingales' tongues.
'Oh, I hope not--I trust not,' cried Nydia, trembling.