The great bell of Beaulieu was ringing. Far away through the forest might be heard its musical clangor and swell.

The weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair.

It is fortunate for this community that I am not a criminal.

We had got as far as this, when who should walk in but the gentleman himself, who had been drinking his beer in the taproom and had heard the whole conversation. Who was I? What did I want? What did I mean by asking questions? He had a fine flow of language, and his adjectives were very vigorous.

One forms provisional theories and waits for time or fuller knowledge to explode them. A bad habit, Mr. Ferguson, but human nature is weak. Sherlock Holmes speaking with Dr. Watson.

Data!data!data!" he cried impatiently. "I can't make bricks without clay.

The ways of fate are indeed hard to understand. If there is not some compensation hereafter, then the world is a cruel jest.