An English criminal, you know is always better concealed in London than anywhere else.

I say, you do have a heart!" "Sometimes," he replied, "when I have the time.

Powder is but a thing of yesterday, and war is as old as the human race--unhappily.

But what then? What had he really gained by all this trouble? What had he brought back from this long and weary journey? Nothing, you say? Perhaps so; nothing but a charming woman, who, strange as it may appear, made him the happiest of men! Truly, would you not for less than that make the tour around the world?

What darkness to you is light to me

With its untold depths, couldn't the sea keep alive such huge specimens of life from another age, this sea that never changes while the land masses undergo almost continuous alteration? Couldn't the heart of the ocean hide the last–remaining varieties of these titanic species, for whom years are centuries and centuries millennia?

Look with all your eyes, look.