Far in this den of infamous resort, there was a low-browed, beetling shop, below a penthouse roof, where iron, old rags, bottles, bones, and greasy offal were bought. Upon the floor within were piled up heaps of rusty keys, nails, chains, hinges, files, scales, weights, and refuse iron of all kinds.
A seal or two, a pencil-case, a pair of sleeve-buttons, and a brooch of no great value, were all. Sheets and towels, a little wearing-apparel, two old-fashioned silver teaspoons, a pair of sugar-tongs, and a few boots.
Location: United StatesMember since: Jan 15, 2003Seller: ghost-of-basement-past