Below, there were folios, the tops whereof were thickly covered with the dust of ages, having escaped the care of the handmaidens even in that neatly-appointed household.
I knelt down to examine these.
"You'll be covered with dust if you touch them," cried Charlotte.

"I was once curious enough to examine them, but the result was very disappointing." "And yet they look so delightfully mysterious," I said.

"This one, for instance ?" "That is an old history of London, with curious plates and maps; rather interesting if one has nothing more amusing to read.

But the perennial supply of novels from Mudie's spoils one for that kind of book." "If ever I come to Newhall again, I shall dip into the old history.

One is never tired of dead and gone London.