Christmas is a poor excuse every 25th of December to pick a man's pockets.

The year end brings no greater pleasure then the opportunity to express to you season's greetings and good wishes. May your holidays and new year be filled with joy.

Do not close your heart against all my efforts to help you.

A commission of haberdashers could alone have reported what the rest of her poor dress was made of, but it had a strong general resemblance to seaweed, with here and there a gigantic tea-leaf. Her shawl looked particularly like a tea-leaf after long infusion.

But the words she spoke of Mrs Harris, lambs could not forgive ... nor worms forget.

... still his philanthropy was of that gunpowderous sort that the difference between it and animosity was hard to determine.

They enter, locking themselves in, descend the rugged steps, and are down in the Crypt. The lantern is not wanted, for the moonlight strikes in at the groined windows, bare of glass, the broken frames for which cast patterns on the ground. The heavy pillars which support the roof engender masses of black shade, but between them there are lanes of light.