orange-peely

— THERE’S the same sawdusty, orange-peely, gasy smell; the same apparently endless stairs to climb, sir; the same wired-round gaslights; the same pushing and crushing; men laughing, women laughing or crying; the same policeman telling people not to push, or to “be easy there,” and giving other little bits of advice, as he stands behind the strong barrier opposite where the pigeon-hole is, and the man takes the shillings and gives you metal checks in exchange.