“It was a bad night to be about with such a feeling in one's heart. The rain was cold, pitiless and increasing. A damp, keen wind blew down the cross streets leading from the river. The fumes of the gas… — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share Image
“In good truth he had started in London with some vague idea that as his life in it would not be of long continuance,… — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share Image
If quarrelling be really the renewal of love, theirs had been renewed once a day at all events, and frequently much oftener. — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share Image
“It was a bad night to be about with such a feeling in one's heart. The rain was cold, pitiless and increasing. A damp,… — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share Image
“The minister paused in his narrative. At that moment there came a tremendous blast of wind which shook the windows of the manse, and… — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share Image
“He had been walking for a long time, ever since dark in fact, and dark falls soon in December. ("The Old House In Vauxhall… — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share Image
Fragmentarily the City is nothing, but collectively it is gigantic. — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share Image
