I have performed the necessary butchery. Here is the bleeding corpse.

...he had long decided that abundant laughter should be the embellishment of the remainder of his days.

The only success worth one's powder was success in the line of one's idiosyncrasy... what was talent but the art of being completely whatever one happened to be?

The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Christmas Eve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be . . .

She is like a revolving lighthouse; pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy!

She had an immense curiosity about life, and was constantly staring and wondering.

Of course what he most intensely dreams of is being taken out on walks, and the more you are able to indulge him the more will he adore you and the more all the latent beauty of his nature will come out.