As he reached the wicket, Yardley, the England captain, led three cheers (he forgot the 'and one for luck').

Great God! They were moving! They were rushing swiftly and noiselessly downwards! Black, black as night, huge, ill-defined, semi-human and altogether evil and damnable.

[S]he recollected a subterraneous passage which led from the vaults of the castle to the church of saint Nicholas.

Well, however, might it have been just now, had the genius of Britannia studded her whole sea‐board with cacodæmonic castles.