Material, like charity, begins at home; nor need you suppose that nothing ever happens down here.

That is the universal idea of the native about his or her own heath, but I can assure you it isn't the case at all.

Only just now, on my way here, I saw a scene and a character that might have been lifted bodily out of Bret Harte." Sybil Venables clamored for particulars, while her sister resigned herself to further weariness of the flesh.

Rachel put down her cup and leant forward with curiously expectant eyes.

They were sitting in the cool, square hall, with doors shut or open upon every hand, and the gilded gallery overhead.