Chapter 1
_ CHAPTER I
"Filth," grunted Trent--"ugh! I tell you what it is, my venerable friend--I have seen some dirty cabins in the west of Ireland and some vile holes in East London. I‘ve been in some places which I can‘t think of even now without feeling sick. I‘m not a particular chap, wasn‘t brought up to it--no, nor squeamish either, but this is a bit thicker than anything I‘ve ever knocked up against. If Francis doesn‘t hurry we‘ll have to chuck it! We shall never stand it out, Monty!"
The older man, gaunt, blear-eyed, ragged, turned over on his side. His appearance was little short of repulsive. His voice when he spoke was, curiously enough, the voice of a gentleman, thick and a trifle rough though it sounded.
"My young friend," he said, "I agree with you--in effect--most heartily. The place is filthy, the surroundings are repulsive, not to add degrading. The society is--er--not congenial--I allude of course to our hosts--and the attentions of these unwashed, and

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