There lay her sick husband; there she worked all day long; there she cooked, ate, washed, and slept; and there her husband and she performed all the functions of living and dying.

There was no space for the missionary to sit down, save on the bed, which was partially covered with ties and silk.

The sick man's lungs were in the last stages of decay.

He coughed and expectorated constantly, the woman ceasing from her work to assist him in his paroxysms.

The silken fluff from the ties was not good for his sickness; nor was his sickness good for the ties, and the handlers and wearers of the ties yet to come.
Another case Mr.Holmes visited was that of a young girl, twelve years of age, charged in the police court with stealing food.