"Your letter won't have got there. What name, then, shall we give to the darkness of hell which is to last not for three days alone but for all eternity? --The horror of this strait and dark prison is increased by its awful stench. Little wells of tea lay here and there on the board, and a knife with a broken ivory handle was stuck through the pith of a ravaged turnover. The two were walking slowly towards Davin's rooms through the dark narrow streets of the poorer jews.