The ground was covered, nearly ankle-deep, with filth and mire; a thick steam, perpetually rising from the reeking bodies of the cattle, and mingling with the fog, which seemed to rest upon the chimney-tops, hung heavily above. The Circumlocution Office2022-04-08T21:39:18+01:00Categories: Oliver Twist|Tags: London, Smithfield| Read More
I came into Smithfield; and the shameful place, being all asmear with filth and fat and blood and foam, seemed to stick to me. The Circumlocution Office2022-10-26T16:28:51+01:00Categories: Great Expectations|Tags: London, Smithfield| Read More
