had a poor, helpless, rudimentary spleen of a conscience left, just enough to make her uncomfortable, and therefore more wicked.

So here was a wall that would let through no moonshine.

The courage he had had was in no sense his own—he had only had courage, not been courageous;

He was but a spark of the sun, in himself nothing.

But he soon found that amongst the Shadows a man must learn never to be surprised at anything; for if he does not, he will soon grow quite stupid, in consequence of the endless recurrence of surprises.

No house of any pretension to be called a palace is in the least worthy of the name, except it has a wood near it—very near it—and the nearer the better.

And now she saw Richard's path as he saw hers, and between the two sights they got on well.

"There are very few things good enough to be true," said Diamond; "but I hope this is.

What was darkness or the laziness of Time's feet to one who had seen what she had that night seen? She was lifted above all weariness—above all wrong.