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Upper Swandam Lane is a vile alley lurking behind the high wharves which line the north side of the river to the east of London Bridge. Between a slop...

When it came, I saw that he was a sturdy man, cheaply but not shabbily dressed; his head was bent under his body, and he lay crumpled up close to the ...

Am I, then, an inhabitant of the earth of the present day, destined to find myself face to face with a representative of this antediluvian family? I c...

Is it not so?” “Of course,” I replied; and “such is often done by men of business, who do not like the whole of their affairs to be known by any one p...

If I was shocked when I saw her yesterday, I was horrified when I saw her to-day. She was ghastly, chalkily pale; the red seemed to have gone even fro...

The water was fresh and clear, but it was water, and did not suit Ned Land’s taste. Amongst the dishes which were brought to us, I recognised several ...