Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Through silent alleys where dark shadows fleeted past them like forest beasts on the prowl; through bustling market-places where bloaters predominated, into crammed gin-palaces where the gas flashed over faces whereon was stamped the indelible impression of a protest against creation; brushing tatters which were in gruesome harmony with the haggard or bloated features.("The Phantom Model ”
Hume Nisbet
From : Gaslit Nightmares: Stories by Robert W. Chambers
