The memory of those two attentive faces--one so fair and so good, the other so yellow and so wicked--haunted my mind perpetually for many days afterward.
"Now, William," says Mr.Dark, when we were clear of the lodge gates, "I'm going to begin by telling you that you must step out of your own character till further notice.

You are a clerk in a bank, and I'm another.

We have got our regular holiday, that comes, like Christmas, once a year, and we are taking a little tour in Scotland to see the curiosities, and to breathe the sea air, and to get some fishing whenever we can.

I'm the fat cashier who digs holes in a drawerful of gold with a copper shovel, and you're the arithmetical young man who sits on a perch behind me and keeps the books.

Scotland's a beautiful country, William.