who slunk out of the room. He was half-sober, half-stupefied. A burning
rage, which was neither remorse nor repentance, and yet was a mixture
of both, surged up in his heart. He said to himself, that he was sorry
for Martha, who was dead, and quite beyond his reach any more; but he
hated Bet, for she had humbled him and dared to defy him.




CHAPTER III.


In Liverpool there are, perhaps more than in any town in the world,
all sorts and conditions of men. The very wealthy and the very poor
are to be found within its precincts--also the very good and the very
bad. Its slums are black and awful; but it also contains some of the
finest public buildings, some of the most massive and comfortable
houses, and without any exception the largest and greatest docks, in
the world. All nationalities come to Liverpool. It sees life from
beyond the seas, it has a population of people always coming and going--
Americans who go to the theatre in London and arrive in Liverpool about
three in the morning, on their return to their own country; Irishmen,
Scotchmen, dwellers in Africa; in fact, people from all parts of the
civilized world find their way to Liverpool, to return from thence by
way of the sea to their native lands. On certain days in the week the
hotels and lodging-houses are packed to overflowing; the different
piers present scenes of activity and bustle; the great ships come and
go, and the people come and go with them--Liverpool is passed through
and forgotten.