No law-abiding men had ever penetrated at such an hour; a magic circle where those officers from the Chatelet or provost sergeants who ventured into it vanished in small pieces; a city of thieves, a hideous wen on the face of Paris; a sewer from which that stream of vice, mendicancy and vagabondage that is in a constant spate in the streets of capital cities flowed each morning and to which it returned to stagnate each night; a monstrous hive to which all the hornets of the social order returned in the evenings with their booty; a bogus hospital where gypsies, unfrocked priests, ruined students, and wastrels from every nation, Spaniards, Italians, Germans, and of every religion, Jews, Christians, Mohammedans, idolaters, were beggars covered in artificial sores by day and transformed themselves by night into brigands; in short, a vast dressing room, in which the entire cast of the everlasting comedy performed in the streets of Paris by theft, prostitution, and murder donned and removed their costumes.[8]