I came to believe that being a private detective was the work I was meant to do.

For plain and fancy worrying, give me a new mother every time.

February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.

I really think I shall commence chapter forty-four," he said, patting his hands together. "I shall commence, I think, with a slight exaggeration and go on from there into an outright lie. Constance, my dear?" "Yes, Uncle Julian?" "I am going to say that my wife was a beautiful woman.

Today my winged horse is coming and I am carrying you off to the moon and on the moon we will eat rose petals.

Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Poor strangers, they have so much to be afraid of.