The shutters on the lower floor were closed, and the windows above were curtainless and begrimed with dust.

A notice "To let," stared out from a board beside the front door, and the once cosy little front garden was weed-grown and run to seed.
Jeffreys felt a stronger man as he walked out of York in the deepening twilight.

He was in the way of old associations just now, for almost without knowing it he found himself quitting York by way of Ash Lane, every step of which by this time was familiar--painfully familiar ground.

The bank on which he had last found Jonah's knife had now new attractions for him.

Not so a garden shed, by the back of which he passed, and whence proceeded the glimmer of a light, and the sound of boys' voices.
He could not help standing a moment, and motioning Julius close to his heels, listening.
"It's broken worse than ever now," said Freddy.