It was past the mid of a summer night in the Old Jago. The narrow street was all the blacker for the lurid sky; for there was a fire in a farther part of Shoreditch, and the welkin was an infernal coppery glare. Below, the hot, heavy air lay, a rank oppression, on the contorted forms of those who made for sleep on the pavement: and in it, and through it all, there rose from the foul earth and the grimed walls a close, mingled stink-the odour of the Jago. From where, off Shoreditch High Street, a narrow passage, set across with posts, gave menacing entrance on one end of Old Jago Street, to where the other end lost itself in the black beyond Jago Row; from where Jago Row began south at Meakin Street, to where it ended north at Honey Lane-there the Jago, for one hundred years the blackest pit in London, lay and festered; and half-way along Old Jago Street a narrow archway gave upon Jago Court, the blackest hole in all that pit.

Media	Bøker Pocketbok (Bok med mykt omslag og limt rygg)
Utgitt	17. juni 2020
ISBN13	9798654378972
Utgivere	Independently Published
Antall sider	130
Mål	216 × 280 × 7 mm · 317 g
Språk	Engelsk

Vis alle

Mer med Arthur Morrison

Flere i samme serie

Se alt med Arthur Morrison ( f.eks. Pocketbok , Innbunden bok og Bok )