[…] St. Bede's at this period of its history was perhaps the poorest and most miserable parish in the East End of London. Close-packed, crushed by the buttressed height of the railway viaduct, rendered airless by huge walls of factories, it at once banished lively interest from a stranger's mind and left only a dull oppression of the spirit.

He fell to the floor and convulsed when the epileptic seizure occurred.

Possibly to explain eclipses, and possibly to achieve for the astral world the perfection of the number Ten, Philolaus imagined that a dark Counter-Earth existed, invisible to the Earth.

But yesterday evening late, when Lewis arrived from down town he found his supper spread, and some presents of books there, with very complimentary writings on the fly-leaves, and certain very complimentary letters, and more or less greenbacks of dignified denomination pinned to those letters and fly-leaves...