CHAPTER II.
ADDLER'S HALL.
The whole court
Went boiling, bubbling up from all the doors
And windows, with a hideous wail of laughs
And roar of oaths, and blows, perhaps .... I passed
Too quickly for distinguishing, .... and pushed
A little side door hanging on a hinge,
And plunged into the dark.—Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
n the western side of Scotland Road—that is to say, between it and the Docks—there is a regular network of streets, inhabited mostly by the lowest class of the Liverpool poor. And those who have occasion to penetrate their dark and filthy recesses are generally thankful when they find themselves safe out again. In the winter those streets and courts are kept comparatively clean by the heavy rains; but in the summer the air fairly reeks with the
