His past life is always present to him; everything that we are forbidden he regrets. Nothing; he is not learned like you, sir; and has not the same ta...

It seemed but poor comfort to so brave and unselfish a soul, and impulsively I bent over and kissed him. The tears rose in his eyes, and there was a m...

Lucy lies in the tomb of her kin, a lordly death-house in a lonely churchyard, away from teeming London; where the air is fresh, and the sun rises ove...

By all which, instead of being discouraged, they are fifty times more violently bent upon prosecuting their schemes, driven equally on by hope and des...

He grew very grave; and, after thinking the matter over for a while asked me to take him to Renfield. As we came to the door we heard the lunatic with...

Was he dreaming of those generations long since disappeared? Was it here this strange man came to steep himself in historical recollections, and live ...

When we entered we saw with amazement that he had spread out his sugar as of old; the flies, lethargic with the autumn, were beginning to buzz into th...

The red creeper swarmed up the trees about the old palace, and their branches stretched gaunt and dead, and set with shrivelled leaves, from amid its ...