He wore a domino, but beneath it could be seen his whiskers, cut after the English fashion, and long and pendent.

“This boy Victor’s going to show us where.” “Well lessgo, lessgo!”

That nought she did but wayle, and often steepe / Her dainty couch with tears which closely she did weepe.

The stories did not seem to me to touch life. […] They left me with the impression of a well-delivered stereopticon lecture, with characters about as life-like as the shadows on the screen, and whisking on and off, at the mercy of the operator.