If the distance had been twice as far, Charlie would have undertaken it.
It was long enough, however, before they got away from the crowd.

The road from Gurley to Sharle Bridge was alive for a mile and more with vehicles, drunken men and women, beggars and pickpockets.

On either side of the road were jugglers, and thimble-riggers, and card-sharpers, who each attracted their crowd of simpletons.

Many were the fights and riots that attended these eager assemblages.

As they passed one booth, the headquarters of a blustering card-sharper, a sudden disturbance arose which threatened to block the entire road.