y night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the

nto the depths of this unfathomable water, wherein as momentary lights glanced into it, I have had glimpses of buried tr

hbour is dead, my love the darling of my soul, is dead; it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality, and which I shall carry in mine to my

ck had exactly the same possession as the King, the first Minister of State, or the

s complete as if each ha been in his own coach and six, or his own co

ssorted very well with that decoration, being of a surface black, with no depth in the colour or form, and much too near together--as if they were afraid of being found out in something, singly, if they ke

left hand, only while he poured his liquor in with

ldn't do for you, Jerry. Jerry, you honest tradesman, it wouldn't suit your

, he had stiff black hair, standing jaggedly all over it, and growing down hill almost to his broad, blunt nose. It was so like smith's work, so much more like the

was to deliver it to greater authorities within, the shadows of the night took such shapes to him as arose out of the message, and took such

with its three fellow-inscrutables inside. To whom, likewise, the shadows of the night

coach-lamp dimly gleaming through them, and the bulky bundle of opposite passenger, became the bank, and did a great stroke of business. The rattle of the harness was the chink of money, and more drafts were honoured in five minutes than even Tellson's, with all its foreign and home connexion, ever paid in thrice the time. Then the strong-

e presence of pain under an opiate) was always with him, there was another current of impression

rs, and they differed principally in the passions they expressed, and in the ghastliness of their worn and wasted state. Pride, contempt, defiance, stubbornness, submission, lamentation, succeeded one another; so di

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ays the same: `Alm

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t you are rec

tell

you care

an't

to you? Will you

d kill me if I saw her too soon.' Sometimes, it was given in a tender rain of tears, and then it was `Take

ith his hands--to dig this wretched creature out. Got out at last, with earth hanging about his face and hair, he would suddenly f

's outside the coach would fall into the train of the night shadows within. The real Banking-house by Temple Bar, the real business of the past day, the real strong-room

ed ho

eighte

you care

an't

up the window, draw his arm securely through the leathern strap, and speculate upon the two slumber

ed ho

eighteen

ned all hope of

ng

s ever spoken words had been in his life--when the weary passenger started to t

n left last night when the horses were unyoked; beyond, a quiet coppice-wood, in which many leaves of burning red and golden yellow

king at the sun. `Gracious Creator of day