“God bless you, sir!” wept the poor gentleman; “God, in his great mercy, bless you!”
“Black street, sir,” said the cabman, pulling up his horses and waiting further orders.
“Turn into it and drive on until you reach Bushe Lane. It is on the left hand,” answered Everage.
The cabman turned his horses’ heads and drove down the street for some distance and then pulled up again.
“Bushe’s Lane, sir.”
“Turn into it and go on until you reach Blood Alley. It is also on the left side,” said Everage.
The cabman turned into the dark, unwholesome lane and drove on for a short distance and then reined up his horses again.
“Blood Alley, sir,” he said.
“We must get out here, the alley is too narrow to admit the passage of the carriage,” said Everage opening the door.
And both men stepped down at the entrance of the foul alley, dark, loathsome and offensive to every material sense and moral sentiment.