Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly, and beat at the great door, like a swift messenger rousing those within;.
Charles DickensI don't remember forms or faces now, but I know the girl was beautiful. I know she was; for in the bright moonlight nights, when I start from my sleep, and all is quiet about me, I see, standing still and motionless in one corner of this cell, a slight and wasted figure with long black hair, which streaming down her back, stirs with no earthly wind, and eyes that fix their gaze on me, and never wink or close.
Charles DickensWe must leave the discovery of this mystery, like all others, to time, and accident, and Heaven's pleasure.
Charles Dickens