Come, girl. Somebodys here to see you, says the keeper, looking in at the aperture, as the sickly stench escapes from the dark cavernlike place. Nervously, the poor victim approaches, lays her trembling hand on the grating, gives a doubting glance at the stranger, seems surprised, anxious to know the purport of his mission. Am i wanted. She enquires eagerly, as if fearing some rude dealer has comeperhaps to examine her person, that he may be the better able to judge of her market value.