“In good truth he had started in London with some vague idea that as his life in it would not be of long continuance, the pace at which he elected to travel would be of little consequence; but the years… — 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, keen wind blew down the cross streets leading from the river. The fumes of the gas works seemed to fall with the rain. The roadway was muddy; the pavement greasy; the lamps burned dimly; and that… — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share
“The minister paused in his narrative. At that moment there came a tremendous blast of wind which shook the windows of the manse, and burst open the hall door, and caused the candles to flicker and the fire to go roaring up the chimney. It is not too much to say that, what with the uncanny story, and the howling… — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share
“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
