There the cause of death was soon ascertained ; the victim of this daring outrage had been stabbed to death from ear to ear with a long, sharp instrument, in shape like an antique stiletto, which […] was subsequently found under the cushions of the hansom. […]

My own Chinese name might conceivably be written in no fewer than four different ways in Unicode: 井作恆, 井作恒, 丼作恆, and 丼作恒. I would personally consider all but the first misspellings, just as I would the spelling of my English name as Jon Jenkins or John Jenkyns.

His mind seemed older than theirs: it shone coldly on their strifes and happiness and regrets like a moon upon a younger earth.

The hovel stood in the centre of what had once been a vegetable garden, but was now a patch of rank weeds. Surrounding this, almost like a zareba, was an irregular ring of gorse and brambles, an unclaimed vestige of the original common.