1 Jurgis sat, frozen with horror.
2 So this grim old women went on with her tale of horrors.
3 At the end of that day of horror, he could scarcely stand.
4 And then there was the condemned meat industry, with its endless horrors.
5 He had to protect her, to do battle for her against the horror he saw about them.
6 All these horrors afflicted Jurgis all the more cruelly, because he was always contrasting them with the opportunities he had lost.
7 There were the men in the pickle rooms, for instance, where old Antanas had gotten his death; scarce a one of these that had not some spot of horror on his person.
8 However, one morning Marija took her usual detour, and, to her horror and dismay, saw a crowd of people in front of the bank, filling the avenue solid for half a block.
9 For half a second she stood, reeling and swaying, staring at him with horror in her eyes; then, with a cry of anguish, she tottered forward, stretching out her arms to him.
10 One evening they came over for a visit, and naturally the first subject upon which the conversation turned was the neighborhood and its history; and then Grandmother Majauszkiene, as the old lady was called, proceeded to recite to them a string of horrors that fairly froze their blood.