{"id":"01KG8AN330QQ5EDBT6D41151M0","cid":"bafkreicyqoohs4co3jy4os5u77364drqbv4n5lqgyxbfl55y2iylw6ji4m","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":10305,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:52.921Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 2","source_file":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","start_line":10225,"text":"\"Yes, and you were thinking that does not bode well for the welcome I\r\nspoke of.\"\r\n\r\n\"Thou read'st all my soul; yes, I was thinking of that. But whither lead\r\nthese long, narrow, dismal side-glooms we pass every now and then? What\r\nare they? They seem terribly still. I see scarce any body in\r\nthem;--there's another, now. See how haggardly look its criss-cross,\r\nfar-separate lamps.--What are these side-glooms, dear Pierre; whither\r\nlead they?\"\r\n\r\n\"They are the thin tributaries, sweet Isabel, to the great Oronoco\r\nthoroughfare we are in; and like true tributaries, they come from the\r\nfar-hidden places; from under dark beetling secrecies of mortar and\r\nstone; through the long marsh-grasses of villainy, and by many a\r\ntransplanted bough-beam, where the wretched have hung.\"\r\n\r\n\"I know nothing of these things, Pierre. But I like not the town.\r\nThink'st thou, Pierre, the time will ever come when all the earth shall\r\nbe paved?\"\r\n\r\n\"Thank God, that never can be!\"\r\n\r\n\"These silent side-glooms are horrible;--look! Methinks, not for the\r\nworld would I turn into one.\"\r\n\r\nThat moment the nigh fore-wheel sharply grated under the body of the\r\ncoach.\r\n\r\n\"Courage!\" cried Pierre, \"we are in it!--Not so very solitary either;\r\nhere comes a traveler.\"\r\n\r\n\"Hark, what is that?\" said Delly, \"that keen iron-ringing sound? It\r\npassed us just now.\"\r\n\r\n\"The keen traveler,\" said Pierre, \"he has steel plates to his\r\nboot-heels;--some tender-souled elder son, I suppose.\"\r\n\r\n\"Pierre,\" said Isabel, \"this silence is unnatural, is fearful. The\r\nforests are never so still.\"\r\n\r\n\"Because brick and mortar have deeper secrets than wood or fell, sweet\r\nIsabel. But here we turn again; now if I guess right, two more turns\r\nwill bring us to the door. Courage, all will be well; doubtless he has\r\nprepared a famous supper. Courage, Isabel. Come, shall it be tea or\r\ncoffee? Some bread, or crisp toast? We'll have eggs, too; and some cold\r\nchicken, perhaps.\"--Then muttering to himself--\"I hope not that, either;\r\nno cold collations! there's too much of that in these paving-stones\r\nhere, set out for the famishing beggars to eat. No. I won't have the\r\ncold chicken.\" Then aloud--\"But here we turn again; yes, just as I\r\nthought. Ho, driver!\" (thrusting his head out of the window) \"to the\r\nright! to the right! it should be on the right! the first house with a\r\nlight on the right!\"\r\n\r\n\"No lights yet but the street's,\" answered the surly voice of the\r\ndriver.\r\n\r\n\"Stupid! he has passed it--yes, yes--he has! Ho! ho! stop; turn back.\r\nHave you not passed lighted windows?\"\r\n\r\n\"No lights but the street's,\" was the rough reply. \"What's the number?\r\nthe number? Don't keep me beating about here all night! The number, I\r\nsay!\"\r\n\r\n\"I do not know it,\" returned Pierre; \"but I well know the house; you\r\nmust have passed it, I repeat. You must turn back. Surely you have\r\npassed lighted windows?\"\r\n\r\n\"Then them lights must burn black; there's no lighted windows in the\r\nstreet; I knows the city; old maids lives here, and they are all to bed;\r\nrest is warehouses.\"\r\n\r\n\"Will you stop the coach, or not?\" cried Pierre, now incensed at his\r\nsurliness in continuing to drive on.\r\n\r\n\"I obeys orders: the first house with a light; and 'cording to my\r\nreck'ning--though to be sure, I don't know nothing of the city where I\r\nwas born and bred all my life--no, I knows nothing at all about\r\nit--'cording to my reck'ning, the first light in this here street will\r\nbe the watch-house of the ward--yes, there it is--all right! cheap\r\nlodgings ye've engaged--nothing to pay, and wictuals in.\"\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJTDSWGP8QJ7MKTTPBN1C","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AN330VQN2RQ9D061FJBAJ","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AN330TKEZKNTQSA24WPWH","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:58.464Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:26.417Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}