The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (3.1894)

When lam King
By Henry Harland

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T HAD wandered into a tangle of slummy streets, and began to
think it time to inquire my way back to the hotel; then,
turning a corner, I came out upon the quays. At one hand there
was the open night, with the dim forms of many ships, and stars
hanging in a web of masts and cordage ; at the other, the garish
illumination of a row of public-houses : AA A37?A<?M7*
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rowdy-looking shops enough, designed for the entertainment of
the forecastle. But they seemed to promise something in the
nature of local colour ; and I entered the Arzzijrrz'r
It proved to be a ; you were waited upon by
ladies, lavishly rouged and in regardless toilets, who would sit
with you and chat, and partake of refreshments at your expense.
The front part of the room was Ailed up with tables, where half a
hundred customers, talking at the top of their voices, raised a
horrid din—sailors, soldiers, a few who might be clerks or trades-
men, and an occasional workman in his blouse. Beyond, there
was a cleared space, reserved for dancing, occupied by a dozen
couples,