Urged by Sybil's entreaties the cab-driver hurried on. With

all the skilled experience of a thorough cockney charioteer he

tried to conquer time and space by his rare knowledge of short

cuts and fine acquaintance with unknown thoroughfares. He

seemed to avoid every street which was the customary passage

of mankind. The houses, the population, the costume, the

manners, the language through which they whirled their way, were of a different state and nation to those with which the dwellers in the dainty quarters of this city are acquainted. Now dark streets of frippery and old stores, new market-places of entrails and carrion with gutters running gore, sometimes the way was enveloped in the yeasty fumes of a colossal brewery, and sometimes they plunged into a labyrinth of lanes teeming with life, and where the dog-stealer and the pick-pocket, the burglar and the assassin, found a sympathetic multitude of all ages; comrades for every enterprise; and a market for every booty.

The long summer twilight was just expiring, the pale shadows

of the moon were just stealing on; the gas was beginning to

glare in the shops of tripe and bacon, and the paper lanthorns

to adorn the stall and the stand. They crossed a broad street

which seemed the metropolis of the district; it flamed with

gin-palaces; a multitude were sauntering in the mild though

tainted air; bargaining, blaspheming, drinking, wrangling: and

varying their business and their potations, their fierce

strife and their impious irreverence, with flashes of rich

humour, gleams of native wit, and racy phrases of idiomatic

slang.

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Absorbed in her great mission Sybil was almost insensible to

the scenes through which she passed, and her innocence was

thus spared many a sight and sound that might have startled

her vision or alarmed her ear. They could not now he very

distant from the spot; they were crossing this broad way, and

then were about to enter another series of small obscure dingy

streets, when the cab-driver giving a flank to his steed to

stimulate it to a last effort, the horse sprang forward, and

the wheel of the cab came off.

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Sybil extricated herself from the vehicle unhurt; a group

immediately formed round the cab, a knot of young thieves, almost young enough for infant schools, a dustman, a woman nearly naked and very drunk, and two unshorn ruffians with brutality stamped on every feature, with pipes in their mouths, and their hands in their pockets.

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"I can take you no further," said the cabman: "my fare is

three shillings."

"What am I to do?" said Sybil, taking out her purse.

"The best thing the young lady can do," said the dustman, in a

hoarse voice, "is to stand something to us all."

"That's your time o'day," squeaked a young thief.

"I'll drink your health with very great pleasure my dear," hiccupped the woman.

"How much have you got there?" said the young thief making a

dash at the purse, but he was not quite tall enough, and

failed.

"No wiolence," said one of the ruffians taking his pipe out of

his mouth and sending a volume of smoke into Sybil's face, "we'll take the young lady to Mother Poppy's, and then we'll make a night of it."

But at this moment appeared a policeman, one of the permanent

garrison of the quarter, who seeing one of her Majesty's

carriages in trouble thought he must interfere. "Hilloa," he

said, "what's all this?" And the cabman, who was a good

fellow though in too much trouble to aid Sybil, explained in

the terse and picturesque language of Cockaigne, doing full

justice to his late fare, the whole circumstances.

"Oh! that's it," said the policeman, "the lady's respectable

is she? Then I'd advise you and Hell Fire Dick to stir your

chalks, Splinter-legs. Keep moving's the time of day, Madam; you get on. Come;" and taking the woman by her shoulder he gave her a spin that sent her many a good yard. "And what do you want?" he asked gruffly of the lads.

"We wants a ticket for the Mendicity Society," said the

captain of the infant hand putting his thumb to his nose and

running away, followed by his troop.

"And so you want to go to Silver Street?" said her official

preserver to Sybil, for she had not thought it wise to confess

her ultimate purpose, and indicate under the apprehended

circumstances the place of rendezvous to a member of the

police.