At the far end of a passage, into which the Sullage water drips, forming ill-smelling pools, a greasy curtain is suddenly lifted for a minute, disclosing several flickering lights girt about with what in the distance appear to be amorphous blocks of wood or washerman's bundles.
"By-Ways of Bombay"
S. M. Edwardes, C.V.O.
Up and up we mounted, now round a sharp corner, now down a narrow passage: the stairs swayed and shook; the air was heavy with a mixture of frankincense and Sullage; until at last we crawled through a trap-door that opened as by magic, and found ourselves at our journey's end.
"By-Ways of Bombay"
S. M. Edwardes, C.V.O.