* The Defiles
linen, china, pottery, ironware, and the gewgaws of vanity here give way to the necessities of lifeato salt and onions, piles of imported flour, molasses in little rhomboids like toffy, sugar in crystalline heaps, baskets of potatoes, red and yellow chillies, and raw produce of the most bewildering varfety. Most of the stall-holders here are women. The atmosphere is wholly different from that on the adjoining steamer. The curtains are let down, and a soft half-light pervades the flat. In the dim vista, broken here and there by bars of light in which the myriad motes riot, women lie asleep resting against soft flour-bags, or sit chatting in undertones in small groups. In this way the hours and weeks pass by, till they grow to years, and in some cases a lifetime.