"Come oot o' the gutter, ye nickum!" cried, in harsh, half-masculine voice, a
woman standing on the curbstone of a short, narrow, dirty lane, at righ...
"Come oot o' the gutter, ye nickum!" cried, in harsh, half-masculine voice, a
woman standing on the curbstone of a short, narrow, dirty lane, at right angles to
an important thoroughfare, itself none of the widest or cleanest.
