His gains were ten cents and the policy-slip she had just received at Sam McFaddon's.

He next examined her shoes, but they were of no value, lifted her dirty dress and felt its texture for a moment, then dropped it with a motion of disgust and a growl of disappointment.
As he came out from the yard with his poor booty, the light from a street-lamp fell on as miserable a looking wretch as ever hid himself from the eyes of day--dirty, ragged, bloated, forlorn, with scarcely a trace of manhood in his swollen and disfigured face.

His steps, quick from excitement a few moments before, were now shambling and made with difficulty.

He had not far to walk for what he was seeking.

The ministers to his appetite were all about him, a dozen in every block of that terrible district that seemed as if forsaken by God and man.